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He tried not to think too much about the fact that no one had tried to call hio, because the

The narrow alley directed hiazebo, but as he picked up his pace, intent on getting back to sleep, his feet hit so forward

He pulled out hiswith curses on his lips

A s obstructed the alleyway, his tattooed arreen Mohawk—a mess When Boar scooted next to hi he smelled, but no one deserved hypotherht

“Hey You okay?” Boar kneeled and shook the guy’s shoulder

He remained still, one side of his face stained by the dirt it was resting in, with kohl se bruise on the cheekbone

Boar stilled so co of his heart

Was this guy… dead?

He leaned in with tension pulling at his tendons, but the sound of shallow breathing brought relief The putrid ser a bit more firmly

“Hey You fell asleep in the park”

Thebut didn’t open his eyes He was quite young, in his twenties but butch, with hard lines to his face and… green flames tattooed where his eyebrows should’ve been A part of Boar suggested that this was the kind of man ould rob and murder him as soon as he woke up, especially when Boar noticed the face of Ted Bundy inked on one of his arms

But

But whoever this ht he was in a vulnerable position, like a wounded wolf that would die without the assistance of a kind human Boar could only hope he didn’t end up with sharp teeth in his neck the next her-looking than him, they were both in the same boat, and he wished that if he ever fell asleep like this, so hand