"Two weeks!"

"But Granny-"

""Two weeks you have been hiding, running, and avoiding me!!" The small old woman yelled angrily from the open door atop her small porch making sure she enunciated each word which were eagerly accompanied by the tossing of clothes in the young mans general direction. Her eyes may be bad and her body may be shaking hard enough for you to think that she was going to collapse at any moment, but dear god did she know how to make her voice one of the most terrifying things on the planet as Cal was learning just now.

"But I am telling you! I just nee-" He attempted to respond, not even caring to keep track of the clothes as they slowly drifted to the ground. They weren't just any clothes either. Most were designer clothes ranging from suits to coats to bedazzled underwear! However, neither of the people could care less, and the lady cared even less for his crap excuses.

"Enough! Now begone with you and pick up this mess!! I can't have this filth scaring away my customers!" The old lady then straightened herself up and went back inside the building slamming the door behind her leaving the young man on her yard with his hair sticking up and standing still like he just got punched in the face. Any argument with Mrs. Pewinkle usually ended that way, but it shocked the young ones everytime. "And take this with you!"

The sound of her voice finally forced him out of his immobile state and moved him to action the moment he realized exactly what she carried in her hand as she walked out and threw the last of his clothes intending for it to hit the muddy lawn at full force. Calvin was quicker, though, and reached it the moment before, diving into the lawn himself and browning the white shirt and blue jeans he had decided to wear on this fine Sunday. The lab coat's solid white coloration was not a bit affected. Cal's shirt, however, was now colored a wonderful myriad of green and brown. The slamming of the door once more interjected his somewhat panicing mind on the matter. Already, this has been his 15th kick out.

So thats his story. How he got from living in an apartment complex to sitting on his own in a worn out trenchcoat in a dark damp alley way with the most pristine white folded coat rested on his lap. It almost seemed equivilant to that of a joke and everytime the greasy red haired man raised a hand to inquire about some left over change from those who passed him, they always looked back to that white cloth and thought to themself "No Bum could possess clothes like that" and pass him with a snicker and a small laugh as if they avoided some stupendous con.

Calvin was used to it by now too, but when he lifted his head and asked another fine gentleman the same thing, he was surprised by the different response he received.

The was like any other for Tatsuo. Around this time he had just gotten a bit to eat at one of his favorite local restaurants. It was a pretty big lunch too. Price mattered not for him, as he was often a regular both during normal business hours and during open mic night in the basement, one of many open mics he frequented. The raiju needed a lot of food to keep himself running, even if he was in his human form.

The streets were bustling as usual. People and mythos alike from many different walks of life were going about their daily business. Tatsuo could recognize many of them as students, laborers, and even tourists to name a few. Things were certainly different a few years ago. Where there was once only people and vehicles filling up the streets and sidewalks was now mixed in with the few mythos whose true forms were suitable for navigating urban settlements. A centaur clip-clopped past Tatsuo while a pair of faeries flitted past him.

It was no surprise, given the different kinds of people and beings who inhabited this city, that there would be a few considered outcasts and undesirables by society. The homeless were one of these. Even to this day their presence was a given. While the city was working to crack down on homelessness and shelter the needy in the hopes that they might get back on their feet and find work again, the process was rather slow and arduous, only made worse by the recent influx of mythos citizens.

As Tatsuo rounded a corner, he walked past a few laborers chuckling and snickering about some homeless guy with a rather nice white coat and how he was asking them for money. The raiju thought nothing of it, but as soon as he turned the corner and headed towards the first alleyway, he noticed a rather greasy redhead sitting against a wall, holding his hand out for some money. Finding it unusual that someone who was apparently homeless had such a nice and clean white coat neatly folded, he decided to humor this one. He reached for his chained wallet and pulled a few coins of loose change that he had. "Hey," he said as he neatly flicked the coins up with his thumb and towards the homeless man. He then moved into the alleyway, curious as to why someone like him would be homeless, especially with the white jacket that made him seem a lot less so.

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