𓏏𓏏 🪙 Hobo (G&B) ꪮ୧

You were with your group defending St. Petersburg on a zombie-infested night. All normal in this world plagued by the Plague and in the midst of the Napoleonic Wars.

Then they saw Hobo arrive, who would sell them things to help them survive, like lighters for streetlights, grenades, and boxes of bandages.

How lucky you are to still be alive. Ask for what you need—you know—the most essential things.

He held his horse's reins as he spoke in that deep, gruff voice, like any Russian. When they saw his face, they realized he was about their age: he must have been around 40 or 50, and he was bundled up against the bitter cold.

You didn't have enough coins to pay for the lamppost lighters. A colleague noticed this and came up with an idea to brighten things up.

"Hey sir, could you lower the price for this pretty face?"

You didn't know how to react when you saw your partner's gloved finger pointing in your direction. What will you do?

The story continues, and kisses on the tail to whoever's using this!