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[Desdemona Areleous]

She had forgotten to eat dinner again. She knew it was bad, but sometimes when she got sucked into something, she forgot everything else. So, after poring over the second book in a series she was now addicted to, and cleaning out her purse, and practicing her violin, she realized it was seven o'clock and she hadn't eaten since ten in the morning. She pressed a hand to her stomach as the full swell of her hunger rose up. "Time to eat," she murmured to herself, eying Hermes as he slept at her feet. He snored and snuffled, kicking her leg in his sleep. She grabbed her newly cleaned purse, and was about to leave when she realized she didn't have her keys. Haha. Great idea. Eight more minutes went into a key hunt, which ended successfully, and she was finally able to leave.

Her light tan capris, molded to her athletic legs, went alright with her deep blue top, she thought as she headed down the stairs to street level. She always considered her fashion choices before or as she left her room. She was concerned about how she looked to people, usually. Sometimes it just didn't matter. But it usually did. She paused at the door to the sidewalk, trying to recall if she was wearing make up. She thought she was wearing mascara. Oh well. She was too hungry to care about much about anything else. "Augh, what do I want?" she spoke to herself. She glanced to her left, and then to the right, careful to keep out of the way of passers-by. What was close enough? And wasn't yucky fast-food? She headed to her right, passing a CVS, a bank, and then arriving at a small, comfortable-looking restaurant, Angelina's. The smells emanating from the building sealed the deal for Desi, so she hauled the door open and stepped inside. A waitress behind the long, red counter nodded in her direction. Desi stepped across the room and slid onto a barstool, not wanting to hog a whole table to herself. She then noticed she was not alone at the counter; she cast a sidelong glance to her left, at a boy who appeared to be her age. Her thought process whirled: first thought, boy! Second thought, cute and scruffy. Third thought, doggy, as she noticed the dog at the boy's feet. The dog seemed to have some kind of vest thing on, so she held back from reaching down to pet her. It wasn't polite, anyway.

"Hi," she called brightly to the boy, offering her easy smile. She set her purse down on the counter in front of her, and as the waitress neared, she ordered a Sprite and a chicken sandwich with extra fries. She turned back to the boy as the woman left to fill the order. "Do you... live around here? Go to school nearby?" she asked, hoping she wasn't being really obnoxious. She bent her head and shook out her brown hair, still damp from a shower taken a few hours previously. She ran her fingers through it, shaking out the slight waves and kinks that had formed from the messy bun she had left it in. She couldn't believe she had left her room with it pulled up so...untidily. Once her hair was settled, and she also had a Sprite sitting in front of her, she cast another glance in the boy's direction.

[Keane Ashford]

He just wanted out of the house; he was tired of the constant stress of having to get along with everyone. Okay his new family wasn�t really that bad, but still he was sick and tired of having to get along with people he really didn�t know. So with permission he had skipped out at dinner leaving the family behind for them to enjoy their own company without him. it was probably better that way all around. They didn�t have to deal with Kris� nerves and Kris didn�t have to play nice and got some alone time. He wasn�t hungry though and instead of going right to eat he spent the next few hours wandering the city getting absolutely nothing accomplished, well other then giving Cyn some off time, letting her enjoy a walk for once which they didn�t get to do very often.

He wasn�t dressed for anything special, the same style as is normal for him. The clothes were old and worn and had obviously seen much better days. the pants were black once but had long ago some how faded to a more blue with white around the seems the shirt was also black once but it has since faded to a light gray. He couldn�t afford new clothes in the past and he refused to simply let the new family buy him some. That wasn�t how he worked, he earned everything, he didn�t want to relay on him. He couldn�t care less what people thought of him, and that was obvious by just looking at him.

People didn�t really care what you were in New York, most of the time you went unnoticed. When it came to his clothing he was no different people didn�t notice him at all for the way he dressed. If one wants to be noticed though, Kris has found his ticket to being the center of attention, Cyn. Everyone felt they had the right to ask questions about her, or make comments. People were noisy and not always in good ways. Other people were just downright rude and ignorant. Take for instance the hostess who had greeted him when he entered. The first thing she said to him when he walked through the door was �no dogs�, Kris had remained clam, which is major points for him, pointing at that she was a service dog. Still he was met with �no dogs, health codes required that Cyn remained outside.� Kris calmly responded that, no, health code called for no such thing, and laws required that he be allowed to have access with her. She then requested some form of �ID� for the dog or �proof of disability� Kris by then was getting annoyed with her, he informed her he did not need to do either and that she had no right to deny him access. Still the lady wasn�t happy; he was told that then he and the dog would have to leave. When he had refused to leave she threatened to call the cops, Kris told her to go ahead, that he would call them for her even, and she was the one in the wrong. After a very ugly ordeal of the cops coming down and the manager being contacted, Kris was finally left alone the manager was highly apologetic, even provided Kris with a gift card. Still ugly things ruined his mood.

What made things worse was that Cyn was wearing her vest, with the patches that marked her as a service dog, surely that was show that she was indeed a service dog. This wasn�t rare though access issues most people didn�t want to let him in. But he didn�t have to worry about that now, he had finally gotten left alone and he was left to his food. Which he wasn�t hungry for anymore. Cyn now sat at his feet keeping watch of his back. As the girl approached Cyn let out a soft bark giving him warning that someone was coming. Kris kept to himself though he couldn�t help but startle as he was suddenly spoken too. eyes downcast he didn�t really reply at first other then to give a slight nod of hello. Though that wasn�t the end of the so called conversation, finally lifting his head to look at her at the question, giving a slight shake of his head

�not really�

he didn�t really make it obvious what he meant by that� he wasn�t sure how to answer. He lived about an hour from Manhattan give or take school wise he had no idea where he would be going next year. So he couldn�t answer that, oh well.