A jean jacket, little metal buttons, his hair flipped to the side, the artificial light bringing out the sheer plain’ol’purpleness of it. Raa looked up at the high ceiling of lower level Haviah. Raa had never seen the sun, wasn’t sure if his eyes could even handle the sun. Snorting, Raa strode down the street, to the little artificial park a few blocks from where the MH group lived. He was growing more and more dissapointed in them. Drugs. Raa shook is head and rubbed at the base of a horn, it still ached, he’d whacked his head on the side of his door before he left and it was probably still ringing in one of those ivory things.
Clawed hands pressed into his pockets and he closed his eyes and sighed before lifting his head and looking off into the distance. They were never going to get on their feet if everyone didn’t start taking it seriously. Shika was dating... Eugh... the snake-guy from Faggot Fairies. Living on their goddamn couch. Raa wasn’t happy with the arrangements, but he helped pay rent like the rest of them and if he didn’t want to work two jobs he wasn’t about to move out.
Besides.
He liked living with his friends. Raa was sure you didn’t give passive hand jobs to family, he was also sure that one didn’t have casual sex with family. Being an orphan, Raa wasn’t one hundred percent, but it was one of those obvious things he was sure of because it sure as hell didn’t seem normal. It took a few minutes of grumpy walking, but when he got to the park he wandered over to an artificial tree and layed down, his back against it, his feet planted in the fake grass.
His eyes closed.
He was the perfect target for pouncing.