A Plot Duplicate~

Hiding had become too much of a lifestyle. It was a second nature. An alley may not have been the most practical, nor the most sanitary place in the world, but it was all he had. The weather was perfect too, because the snow basically gave him a large supply of water. Too bad it had to be freezing outside...

It had been a good five years by now on the lamb. The demon had fled him home, tired of being who he was doomed to be for the rest of his life. Being born a spawn of Lusifer wasn't a very proud thing to say to him. IN fact he hated it. Pyro yearned for nothing more than to just be normal. And if becoming a fugitive that was wanted for execution was the only way out of is lifestyle, then so be it.

Hunger had begun to gnaw at his stomach. Food was always that one problem to find. Sure he had the dumpsters right there but, come on, he wasn't that gross! He could always just slide out into the open to see if he could snag a little something off a food cart or from a pedestrian when their backs were turned. But even that had its problems. It would be noticed a lot, with his tall stature of 6'4 and sharp features, literally. Somehow people noticed his elfish ears and almosr shark-like teeth without a second glance. So confronting people had become nothing but a giant fear.

But sometimes he would be lucky. People would drop things all the time. And as the honey-eyed demon looked outside from his dark enclosure, he saw something that caught his gaze. An opened bag of chips! It wasn't much, definitely not healthy, but it was food! Now for the hard part: Slinking outside withough getting attention from curious people. Sometimes acting like a good citizen by picking up trash would be enough. But with the food so close to his little home, people would notice for sure.

With a deep breath, Pyro stood straight, trying to look inconspicuous, as he headed out into the open to go for his little food hunt. The bag of chips were in his line of sight, a nice green bag with LAYS written along the top. Ah, sour cream and onion, his favorite. He neared it and stooped down to pick it up, acting like it was just trash by balling it up a little, and he headed back to his alley with the intention to eat, but still trying to seem like he was going to just throw it away. Pfft, what a waste...

Once he was back home, Pyro glanced behind him, and hurried to sit into a darker part of the alley. Finally, food... Pyro opened th bag back up and gave it a large inhale, before he plucked out a chip and popped it in his mouth.