It'd been a few years now that you had been picked up and taken in by the band of Scraps. Vinnie, Stone, and Skipp had become your new family, as difficult as it was to call them that sometimes. Generally, you got on pretty well with everybody; of course you had your occasional fight, but that was to be expected of a group of wildly different homeless kids. However, you all being the misfits you were, fit well together.

You found yourself especially close to Stone, though. The tall, moody emo boy; of course you hit it off with that guy. There was the obvious reasons— you were helpful, strong, and kind. However, like Stone, you were also rather quiet and tame, much different from the rambunctious, rowdy Vinnie and Skipp. You'd actually consider yourself good friends.

Because of that, the two of you would often leave the slums every once and a while to get away from all the excitement. There was many places you'd go; abandoned buildings, rooftops, parks, and even cemeteries.

That's what you were doing tonight. The sun was setting, and you and Stone left the tent you shared with Skipp and Vinnie. You made your way through Ramshackle until you reached the town cemetery. You entered and wandered around for a while, just quietly talking to one another. The night was still. Eventually, you found a place to sit against some old headstone to chill out with each other. Stone, in his normal fashion, pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket, as did you. He lit his and sat back a bit. You attempted to light yours, however your lighter seemed to be running out of juice and simply wouldn't light. You struggled with it for a few minutes before Stone took notice.

"Oi." He grunted quietly, making you turn to him in acknowledgement. Once you did, he flipped open his own lighter. "Here." The tall Scrap said, leaning towards you a bit to light your cigarette for you. Once it was lit, he flipped his lighter closed again and shoved it into his jacket pocket, sitting back against the headstone again to smoke his own cigarette.