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It was a while since the little turtle — Nad, as he started to call himself now — has been changed into whow he looks now. To be exact, it has been 4 years since that. And also 3 years since the big fire in the middle of the Hidden City, literally. As much as Nad can remember, it was some Yokai's laboratory that had been destroyed, but he didn't think much of it. Even if he probably should've.
Currently he was walking down another alleyway, covered in some piece of dirty sand colored cloak, but it was pretty much just a torn off piece of tarpaulin-like fabric, an improvised "bag" was slung over his small shoulder. Small footsteps were almost silent, because drawing attention could cause trouble for Nad, just like 5 months ago when some Yokais near the Port spotted him and tossed a net over him, then talking about "selling some product". Nad didn't understand what product they were talking about, but he'd got a bad feeling about this and chewed his way out of the fishnet and ran away. He didn't wanted this to happen again, so he was quiet and sneaky. He knew where to find some food, as there were good dumpsters in some districts, and there were many people as well, which meant that sneaking away a bun or two wasn't that hard. He just didn't needed to be caught, that's all. He saw that the police officers cuffed a Yokai who stole something at the market, saying that he's under arrest. Nad didn't like the scene, even if he didn't knew what arrest is, so he was careful not to be caught. He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by some sound he heard when passing by a pretty big cardboard box left next to a dumpster, stopping in his tracks. Nad was cautious these past few months, but he couldn't just not check what was it. What if it was something valuable? He can sell it and get some money, and so he wouldn't have to steal things! So yeah, he crept closer to the box and stood up on his tip toes and peeked in.
Inside was a turtle. Yokai turtle like he himself was, but smaller. They were curled up in a ball on their side inside of the box, as it was pretty cold outside, and they had nothing on them. Even nad had pants and a cloak, but this turtle didn't even had some rags. Nad spoke up in a way that other Yokais mostly used — speaking English, and not Turtle. His voice was hesistant, quiet, but gentle, careful not to spook the turtle in the box too much.
— Hey. Why are you in the box? And without anything too.
As expected, the turtle in the box almost jumped when heard Nad's voice, but when they looked up and saw who was looking at them, they only blinked, confused. Nad furrowed one of his non-existent brows, looking down at the confused turtle that was still laying on their side, but now gaping at him like a fish out of water. Maybe they don't understand him? So he switched to Turtle.
— Chirp. Chirp chirp churr?
The response was almost immediate from the turtle in the box, as they sat up, wrapping their arms around their knees and press them into their plastron.
— Chirp chirp peep chirp.
They were trying to find a place to hide and rest at, but it was cold outside and they didn't knew how to really warm up. Nad asked how are they like him, as in why are they a Yokai, because Nad didn't see any turtle Yokai adults around the Hidden City. And he wandered pretty good distance around the place, if he's being honest. He also asked if they are like this because of the "big boom" 3 years ago. They said that they're been like this for a while before the big boom happened. So it was not the case then. How did they live all this time if they don't know where to find anything, and don't speak nor understand English? These questions he had no answers for, so Nad did the only logical to his young brain thing. He asked if they wanted to come with him, so he can teach them things. They agreed and Nad helped them out of the box, picking them up and start to walk away. He was strong and they were small and light as a feather, plus they were cold, so he wrapped his cloak tighter around them both, walking down the alleyway to find food once again.
— Vincent sounds like a pretty name.
Nad thought aloud, as Vincent settled against his plastron under the cloak, legs lightly wrapped around the waist of the bigger turtle that now carried their new companion away from the box near the dumpster.
