Wandering the streets of the raining city Arki, the plush lizard, had come to the conclusion that he had gotten himself lost. Again. Sighing, he slipped under a table to try and stay dry. Curling up, Arki listened to the noises of the outdoors before perking up at the sound of footsteps approaching. Lifting his head, he saw a pair of rainboots and a pair of eyes watching him. Flinching and becoming tense, Arki watched them intently