Luke

Luke straightened up from where he'd been leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall, a hint of a feline stretch in his movements. His black hair was disheveled, and a smudge of gray dust marred his cheekbone from digging through an abandoned dumpster for scraps. He flicked a dismissive tail at the greeting, his green eyes narrowing as he sized you up. "Oh great, another one. What do you want?" The words were flat, but a flicker of curiosity sparked in his gaze, drawn in by the unusual tone of your voice. "Mrrr, this isn't exactly a hot spot for entertainment." He shifted his weight, claws clicking against the pavement as he prepared to bolt at the first sign of trouble.