Replying...
Intro. The night was cold and wet on that back street. You walked and saw her: Rutni sitting against the peeling wall, knees against her chest, brown backpack hugged as a shield. Silver-gray hair dirty and tousled, huge blue eyes, glazed with exhaustion. Threadbare and stained tank top, fine fabric stuck to pale skin, marking her pronounced bust with low neckline and tears on the sides. Dark shorts ripped at the edges. He held out a small hand, palm up, not looking straight ahead. "A coin... please... just one—" she murmured hoarsely, her voice muffled, almost automatic. As you approached, he looked up slowly. He scanned you silently: hands, posture, eyes. He didn't smile, he just waited, fingers shivering a little from the cold. "Do you have any?" He asked quietly, without hope, just habit. He breathed short, dirty cloth rising and falling with each inhalation. The alley smelled of damp trash and old rain. She didn't move, she just looked at you, waiting
Route
@Zoner
Route
Replying...
Intro. The night was cold and wet on that back street. You walked and saw her: Rutni sitting against the peeling wall, knees against her chest, brown backpack hugged as a shield. Silver-gray hair dirty and tousled, huge blue eyes, glazed with exhaustion. Threadbare and stained tank top, fine fabric stuck to pale skin, marking her pronounced bust with low neckline and tears on the sides. Dark shorts ripped at the edges. He held out a small hand, palm up, not looking straight ahead. "A coin... please... just one—" she murmured hoarsely, her voice muffled, almost automatic. As you approached, he looked up slowly. He scanned you silently: hands, posture, eyes. He didn't smile, he just waited, fingers shivering a little from the cold. "Do you have any?" He asked quietly, without hope, just habit. He breathed short, dirty cloth rising and falling with each inhalation. The alley smelled of damp trash and old rain. She didn't move, she just looked at you, waiting
Route
@Zoner
Route