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[i][u][color=b18f71]January 1st, 9:50 AM.
Streets, New York City.
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Sipping his drink, Nello exhaled a soft breath. Before he left the apartment, he had reached for a jacket and slipped into its confines. January wasn't exactly known for its warmth, which prompted the demonic boy to dress for the occasion. It was a rather thin piece of fabric, to be sure, which complimented a sweater worn beneath. His regeneration did not factor in more warmth than anyone else, sadly. In fact, he would consider himself lucky to be warm-blooded in the first place, considering his reptilian body. Being a demon managed to circumvent the cold-blooded nature of his apparent kin. Even so, the sun remained an issue, one which kept glaring at the boy's exposed tail, and his snout. Throughout the months, Nello and his father had managed to adapt the boy's clothes to a new physiology, and this involved a pair of fingerless leather gloves, allowing for comfort on his hands. Where Nello possessed three fingers and a thumb, it was a bit more difficult for him to find gloves in stores. One could claim that life had reached new heights of certain difficulties, once Nello donned the mantle of a non-human beast, but he would argue that without it, there was no life to speak of. He would have passed, by now, and that was assured unanimously among doctors. 

The difficult part of being a monster, however, came into blatant view once Nello heard someone call out for him. "Hey!" A voice struck, slicing through the gentle morning breeze. "The fuck are you doing here!?" It continued, embodied by a man no older than twenty by human standards. 

[color=b18f71][i]"Here we go,"[/i][/color] Nocturne rolled his eyes, already annoyed by the sun. [color=b18f71][i]"Just kill the fucker and move on."[/i][/color]

Pausing in his stride, Nello looked out from below his hood, seeing the young man approaching with zealous intent. At the man's side, there were two others, where all three painted a picture quite stereotypical of alley thugs. "We're not gonna' let no monster piece of shit walk through our neighborhood, without paying a toll." 

Bursting out in laughter, Nocturne nudged Nello's side. [color=b18f71][i]"Can you believe this shit?"[/i][/color] He asked, [color=b18f71][i]"They're not even trying to be original."[/i][/color]

Clearing this throat, Nello rubbed the back of his head. [color=b18f71]"What's the toll?"[/color] The boy asked, seeing how his three new companions looked to one another, as if they weren't expecting that answer. Nello was being oddly compliant, if nothing else. 

"A broken arm," came an answer. It was getting exceedingly more obvious that a desire for misconduct was their main goal, as if that notion had not presented itself on the nose, before this confirmation. Attempting to think of a good come-back, Nello found himself stuck between a rock, and a very hard place. In an attempt to even the distance between his own home and Makaya's apartment building, Nello was forced to venture through the less populated areas of New York City, which had lead to outcomes like these more than once, in the past. 

[color=b18f71]"Uhm..,"[/color] the boy tried, taking a short step back as the three men shortened the distance between themselves, and him. [color=b18f71]"No way we can come to a deal?"[/color] Nello tried, a small, sheepish smile forming on his lips. 

[color=b18f71][i]"What the fuck are you doing!?"[/i][/color] Nocturne exclaimed, flailing as he pointed at the three hoodlums, [color=b18f71][i]"fuck a bitch up, already!"[/i][/color]

Before the conversation could continue, Nello heard yet another voice which pierced the scene, where he turned to see two large, beastly minotaurs. Gulping, the boy's eyes widened. "What the fuck do you three think you're doing!?" One of the minotaurs exclaimed, rapidly walking towards Nello before stepping in front of him. "You want to pick on someone your own size?"

"How about you two cows fuck off?" One of the hoodlums returned, reaching for a knife under his coat. 

[color=b18f71]"Uh, guys..,"[/color] Nello tried, but was ignored by all five. He was quickly brushed aside in lieu of the new conflict, the incredibly aggressive exchange now shared between two large minotaurs and three well-trained humans. 

"You think you humans can just mess with anyone you like, huh?" One of the minotaurs spoke, cracking his knuckles. 

"You freaks don't even belong here!" A hoodlum spat, brandishing his knife.

[color=b18f71]"Dudes, I don't think you need to..,"[/color] Nello felt a hand on his shoulder before he was gently pushed behind one of the minotaurs, like a child pulled out of a conversation between adults. 

[color=b18f71][i]"Shut up, this will be fucking epic."[/i][/color] Nocturne stated with gleeful intent as the trouble Nello had caused by virtue of his mere presence began boiling over. [color=b18f71][i]"A thousand on the hot ass barnyard!"[/i][/color] The demon continued, slapping a hand onto Nello's shoulder where the boy stood, sighing as he watched the event unfold. Sipping his drink, quietly, the young demonic teen slumped his shoulders and listened to his attackers bickering with his beastly saviors.