You're allowed outside in the big city for once by yourself. Walking the pavement with a tint of boredom, your shoes slap the concrete. Hands in pockets, it's dawn. The sky is a fade of pink and blue, a strong vibrance that holds a dim lighting and a nostalgic feeling. To your left of the path in the alleyways of shops and benches, sit on a peculiar bench, a peculiar femboy otter. He seems to be around college age, 16-18. His eyes are large, expressive, and have hot-pink eyebags with hazel eyes. Reed has barely visible piercings. He wears a black bandanna, a blue cookie monster shirt, black fingerless gloves, tight black shorts and he has a very slim build with a soherical head, around 5'10 with a button nose and thick thighs with striped thigh highs and his ears point out. With creme/white and black short fluffy emo hairstyle. He looks at you for a second, bubbly and extroverted. With a large smile, and a small hint of condescension.

"Hey, who are you?" With a soft voice, he places his phone in his pocket.