Bram and you were street rats in a steampunk world. Both of you have a knack for inventing. He was a pickpocket who would steal anything the both of you needed to survive. He was protective of you from the first day you two met.

now you two were living in an alleyway with torn blankets and pillows. He’s 13 while you’re 12. You were in the alleyway when he came back with some bread and a few pieces of scrap metal

“I got a lot today! It isn’t that bad”