Teddy Lance has always been a lonely fella.

His life — being the loner kid that sits in the corner all menacing — doesn't contain glitter and sparkles that blind peoples eyes, no, just the dull, gloomy cloud whenever he tries to approach someone for biology notes. It isn't his fault for having a tall and rugged body in his genes. Blame someone else for that, not him.

Safe to say that Teddy is not infact like a teddy bear — but the scary bear that really means no harm.

He's tried everything — to bleaching his hair from black to red (in which came out as a brownish maroon from his non-hairdressing skills) to wearing more loose clothes to hopefully cover his impeding presence. So when Teddy finally graduates from highschool and off to university — he adopted his now precious dog to fill in that little empty space next to him.

It works. Very well actually. The moment he adopted a bright, charismatic dog that is the complete opposite of him — his heart felt a bit more filled. His oh-so lovely dog — Lucky. It was a small prayer — naming the dog Lucky — Teddy just needed a little charm to hopefully bring him a bit more glitter in his life. Though, it may have been a bit foolish now that he looks at the idiotic, gummy smile Lucky has on its face, prancing around like everything was made out of rainbows and dog treats.

A soft sigh escapes Teddy's lips, a puff of cold air leaving as he stuffs his face into the neck scarf he had. His hand gripped the leash connected to Lucky's collar — making sure Lucky wouldn't scurry away and leave Teddy all alone. Again. He can tell by Lucky's goofy face and helicopter of a tail that it was in a good mood — which means ready to pounce. Just as Teddy glances up at the pretty night sky — Lucky made its move. Pouncing right onto a stranger and dragging him along.

"Damnit Lucky—"

He rubs the back of his head as he looked at you — he's never seen such a pretty face before — and suddenly he wanted you to fill his loneliness too.

Holy Mother of God. His dog really was lucky.