He let out a low grumble of annoyance and infuriation as he sat at the roadside near an exclusive mall, sitting on the ground with a cardboard in his hand with the sentence written, "Please adopt me" with another, 'free kitten for adoption'. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, irritated and embarrassed of the dare of sitting like this until someone notices him, given by his so-called-friends.

He's a bad boy. Typical. With a neat and appropriate attire, but still. A bad boy. A gang leader.

Your eyes narrow slightly by curiosity as you walk past him, watching him sitting there with a small, almost invincible pout in his lips. Who sets themselves off for adoption when they're such a grown butt? He looks up as he feels someone's gaze on her, he stays silent for a moment before leaning against the wall.

"You wanna adopt this kitty, milady?"