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The weather was a bit nippy for this smokey furred, amber eyed Owen who happened to be without sweater or jacket. It was just him and his short sleeves and basic jeans. It seemed like he was ready for summer, but summer was far gone by now. "These Nickers are thinner than a piece of tissue paper," the Chartreux spoke through chattering teeth as he sat up against the wall of an alley. Sure, he was exaggerating, but you had to give him some slack. The poor boy was in thin clothing and had no other resources for warmth.

He sat a while longer before coming up with a decent thought on how to get warm. "I'll simply sneak into one of these shops. It's not like it's lock down security or anything. They'll never know." He stood up from his position on the floor and brushed off his jeans before shoving his frost bitten fingers in the pockets. His grey tail curled about his mid section, keeping all the heat he could gather and began to walk out of the alleyway, along the sidewalk, and kept his eyes scanning for any doors that were left open.

Owen shivered and chattered his pearly white teeth. He could have sworn his nose was going to fall off, or maybe it already had. He couldn't feel it anyway. "B-b-buh-Geezus It's C-c-cold!" He shouted out as he continued to wander down the street. Something catch his attention though. A little tail poking out of what seemed to be an opening. "Hm? What's this?" He quickly walked over to the entrance of the vent and watched quietly. Seeing as how he hadn't been able to find an open door in the past half hour he figured he was never going to find one, and a vent was better than sitting out in the cold. "Hey, skooch over? Surely there's enough room for one more." He reached down and tugged on the kid's tail to make sure he was aware of his presence.

Owen would have never expected the kind of reaction this boy put off. A few steps back were necessary just for his own safety. "Woah there kid! No need to get snappy." The hopeful smile he had on moments before was swiped off his face and replaced with concern. "I don't know where I'm going to find another vent to keep myself warm in." He tilted his head trying to keep his cool but seem curious enough so that the other might get a bit curious as well. "How come you're so greedy?" He asked the other with a raised eyebrow. "I'm sure with both of us in there it would surely keep more heat." He cupped his hands over his mouth and breathed into them to maybe thaw them out a bit.

A small smile creep up over Owen's lips as he listened to the other. It seemed like his temper was cooling down. When the striped kid mentioned breaking an entry he quickly walked his way into the vent. "Hm, sneaking into the hotel? Heh, you're a naughty kitty if I ever did meet one." There was something about this boy that really interested Owen, but he couldn't exactly put his finger on it. "What do I call you? Got a name, kid?" He waited for a title he could stick to the cat. It didn't take long for them to weave through the vents and get to a screen that looked pretty easy to pop out. Owen peered through the cracks and made sure the coast was clear before lifting the screen off and crawling out of the hole.

The smokey grey cat was quite amused with how quickly he had gotten the boy to open up. Moments before he was hissing and protecting 'his' vent and now they were exchanging words freely and learning each others names. "My name is T-..." he cut himself off quick, almost making the mistake of using his first name. The name he despised so much because it was first his fathers name. He loathed his father so terribly much, and would only use his middle name, because at least it wouldn't remind him of daddy. "Owen, you can call me Owen."

The Chartreux flicked his tail about as his eyes scanned the dining area of the hotel. Figuring it would be safe beneath the long drape like table clothes he began to pad his way over to one. "Here seems like a good place to keep safe. Want to come with?" He asked politely before lifting the table cloth and offering Hiro to venture under it first. It was dark but it would be warm.

The interesting young boy wanted to continue looking around? Well, it would be a fun idea. Owen hadn't exactly been inside of a hotel before anyway, so he could feel a bit of longing to explore himself. Crawling out from beneath the table again he decided to give in to his curiosity. "Oh, right..." Owen couldn't believe he had neglected Hiro's question. He wasn't usually the one to brush off a subject. "I'm always out on the streets. I like it out here. It's far more exciting than being stuck inside a house all day. And I happen to find a sick pleasure in fighting for my survival. Nobody to depend on but yourself." The twenty two year old jumped up on the chair and then again to the table top where his new friend was. "Heh, like that spoon there? You're a rather strange kitten, aren't you?" Owen let out a playful chuckle as he batted around the silverware on the table, throwing some off just for the fun of watching it hit the floor.

Owen smiled at the mixed breed's words. He was being rather honest and open now, which was a good thing for Owen. He needed a good talk to socialize every now and then. "Ya, they are kinda gigantic. I mean, imagine eating a meal with their silverware. Impossible." he laughed lightly before taking a seat on the table top, glancing in the same dish that Toshiro had. Sure, he was also dirty, but he didn't care enough to clean himself. His fur hid the filth better than the other male's did.

"Well, you have quite the family," this story amused him more than any of the others. "Two fathers and a mother? Five children. Sounds like a huge family." Owen looked down at the table cloth, stamping his dirty feet into the fabric for amusement. His own family he didn't like to talk about. His father was as cruel as they come and his mother always sided with him over the children. It wasn't a pretty thing to bring up.

When Hiro walked over to the other table and jumped up Owen thought it would be quicker to just jump onto the other table. It wasn't terribly far. He crouched down and kicked off the edge of the table landing quite well, except he didn't stop. The cloth just slid and kept sliding until Owen was bringing everything on the table crashing to the floor along with himself. The sound was terribly loud.

The crashing of plates and silverware made quite a sound. Something that was sure to drawl some attention of anybody were around to hear it. Thank goodness it was after closing and everybody had left the dining commons for the evening. Seeing as how Toshiro was on the table as well there was no doubt in Owen's mind that he had come down crashing as well. Sliding around under the table cloth till he found the edge he shimmied out beneath it. "That was a mistake. I swear my life on it." a small laugh came out after he spoke. He sat with his ears perked up, looking for the other cat.

When he didn't see anything he started to look up at the table, wondering if the cat had dodged such an accident. It wasn't until he heard Hiro's voice beneath the rustling table cloth that he figured out were the boy was. "Ya, I'm fine. Are you?" He asked trying to pull the blanket like trap off the other with difficulty. When the cloth fell from Hiro and his bloodied head was revealed Owen let out a soft gasp. "Oh god... you are." He looked down at himself and then back to the younger, realizing that this was all his doing. "I am so sorry Toshiro. Honestly, I didn't mean for that to happen." He looked closer at the wound on the boy's head. "We need to fix that up. Um, water would help. Maybe we could find the kitchen and get to the sink." He looked for a door that might be leading to the kitchen.