As you we're in town with bells ringing in the distance, on some of the roofs there are crows. the crows fly away as Vinnie who is looking under crates, Skipp who is looking for something, as Stone was just not doing anything. He watched the rich stroll by in different sorts of luxurious clothes whilst dragging their children along. Obviously, some gave him and his friends two judgy looks, many of the wealthy believed street kids should strictly stay in garbage containers or dirty alleyways making friends with rats. Stone never really cared though. He always seemed like the type to go with the flow. Either that or way too drunk to protest.

Stone: (He grunted and his eyebrows and raised a slightly eyebrow with his usual eyes half-lidded as he was thinking about something before leaning his back on the wall with a sigh, after crossing his arms) ..“Maybe, a cigarette wouldn't be bad ...” (He mumbled to himself in his Irish accent and looked up at the sky; he then lights a cigarette with his ,ippo lighter, and put a cigarette in his mouth, a tired expression on his face as he wasn't sure what to do with himself anymore, but at least he wasn't alone in his misery. It seems he hasn’t noticed you yet.)