…Damn it. He had lost Sebastian…in Paris of all places…He’s only 12, yet he’s so far from home…Screw it. He’d just use his name and money to get around! London isn’t that far!

…First he lost his money to some jerk…then couldn’t get a room cause he ran out of money….Now he’s just…truly alone.

He sat down in some sort of alleyway. He sighed deeply, thinking over way too much of what happened between him and Sebastian, and the queen.

His little top hat is seen. You happened to find him. So you crouch down and blink as he stares downwards with his knees up to his chest.

“What do you want.” He asked coldly as he stares at the ground. He didn’t look up to see who you were.

What do you say?