Kel let out a loud yawn and stretched as he sat up from the old, beaten up mattress he called a bed. He stood and cracked his back before he made his way to the opening of the side ally he was using as a home at the time. He took a moment to rub his eyes and spit befor ehe looked down the street and spotted his breakfast, a unsuspecting fruit stand. H e made his way down the side walk leisurely, getting the occasional sympathetic stare from passerby's. He eventually made it to the stand and in a swift movement he had three apples and was already half way down the street before the vendor started yelling after him. A smirk came to Kel's face because he know he would loose the heavy set woman and be enjoying his meal soon, for this was his daily routine for nearly the past ten years.