Kyran wasn't a tradesman. He had no really valuable skills, hated doing any sort of work that involved sweating or getting dirty, and truly didn't have much to offer. Even when he did manage to suck it up and snag a job, inevitably, he failed.
But, despite that, he had to make money somehow. Not only did he have to feed himself, but over the last month or so he'd wound up caring for a werewolf on top of it all. A blind one at that, one that was still healing from the fight that had blinded him, one that couldn't yet care for himself. He didn't mind it--he loved the company and Lune had fast become his friend and partner--but it did mean he couldn't just scrape by anymore, freeloading.
And so it was right back to doing the one thing he was good at, the one thing he never failed to make money doing, the one reliable skill any incubus--even a half one--had.
It hadn't been going well so far. It was a hot day which only made the fish-smell stronger, so that probably didn't do much by way of amorous feelings.
Absently jingling his last two coins in his hand, he was on the verge of just giving up and seeing what he could buy with it when a large brute of a man bumped him hard as he passed by.
Kyran gave a yelp of surprise and tried to keep his feet, but it had taken him unprepared and he only wound up tripping over his own shoes. He flailed, felt his hand grab onto something, and held on out of reflex as he went down.
That something turned out to be a someone, a someone who also cushioned his fall nicely. When the shock of falling faded, he found himself staring down into the face of a younger boy. Who he was currently pinning. Who wasn't half bad to look at, either!
He propped himself up on his elbows to take some of his weight off of the kid before flashing him what he hoped was a charming grin. "Well, hello," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "I'm Kyran. Nice to meetcha."
