#h3artlines

Ivo looks down, cigarette dangling from his lips, to find some fuzzball attempting to eat one of his discarded cigarette butts. Smoke curls out his nose as he uses his foot to pick the thing up and move it aside.

It's surprisingly well behaved for a stray, is what Ivo's thinking, right before someone rounds the corner with an unmistakably worried look in their eyes, mouth pursed like they're about to go pspsps before spotting Ivo.

“This grungy looking thing yours?”