Monkey Business | Joining

[STEVE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Steve didn't have very graceful social abilities. The children he would play with as a kid hadn't really been friends, though that wasn't to say he hadn't tried to be. "Tried" the keyword there. He honestly couldn't say he'd had any friends, not growing up, and not when he left home after his mother passed away. Steve wouldn't lie- it'd gotten lonely, sometimes, usually when he was sitting somewhere doodling pictures in the dirt, feeling as though he was missing something. He'd tried to fill it once, months ago, attempting to find meaning in an older man's speech, but that had fallen through, so he was off on the road again. The aimlessness was exhausting. However important it was for someone to stick up for people on the outskirts, at the rate he went, he wasn't certain he was making much of a difference at all. Not in their lives, not in his. It was stifling.

He couldn't say yet why he'd chosen to stick around Sunhaven. Another go at finding someplace he could belong, maybe? If that were true, he wasn't doing the greatest job at socializing with the people here. Nothing new.

The small feline slowly wandered the territory, wondering if he should check out the merchant stalls, but he didn't have anything to trade. Couldn't even trade raw labor, since most people would take one look at him and doubt that he'd manage to carry more than a pound. He was stubborn enough for it, just not- physically strong. He wasn't much use in that department, so instead of heading that way, he continued his steady exploration, until he arrived back at the gate. There was someone waiting outside, Steve noticed, and he wasn't quite certain what she was -he'd never seen anyone like her- he wouldn't be disrespectful and ask that.

"Anything I can do for you, ma'am?"