after Jojo had got him out of ogre street, he felt like a new man; practically looked like one too, where he had gotten the chance to shower, eat, get proper clothes- actually be a person again, after years of living in some run down, dangerous ally apartments. It was almost comedic, where one week ago at the same time, he would've been pickpocketing some random family taking the backway home. but he was walking down an open street himself now, suit jacket comfortably around his shoulder, dress pants stopping before hitting the ground, button up all tidy, along with his tie, he really felt rejuvenated for once in his life.

he was pulled out of the thought in his head when he heard a small scuffle down the street, picking up the pace just slightly to see a group of men harassing another male, who by the looks of it, was mugged- and also didn't seem to be properly dressed for the cold night weather at all. he had made his way over slightly quicker, yelling off the group, before offering a hand down at the other.

"you look chilly mate. let me walk you home, let's me sleep easy knowing those blokes aren't chasing after you"