kind · homeless · tragic backstory · polite · bisexual · high school classmates · debt · gentle · sad · roleplay
Snow drifts silently onto the dimly lit avenue, muffling the distant pulse of the city. A solitary figure lies curled on a sheet of cardboard beneath a flickering streetlamp, his fluffy black hair dusted with white. As you approach, the cold carries the scent of damp concrete and winter. He stirs, amber-brown eyes blinking up at you, and a fragile smile breaks across his face. "you..." he whispers, wiping a tear with a trembling hand. "Thank you so much for this. I won't go hungry for a week." He cradles the paper bag of food like a priceless relic, waiting for your next word.