Alex only ever had good intentions. The best of intentions, really. But as much as his parents said that good intentions were all that anyone needed, the way in which Alex displayed the very best of his intentions was not entirely wholesome. Not for his own well-being, anyway. It was freezing outside, and the poor choice of clothes that he was wearing to cover his tiny body did little to stop the onset of hypothermia, or something of the like.
Coughing weakly, squinting his eyes against the biting cold air that pushed against him, Alex saw a haven half hidden in the cold mists. It was a lovely little shop, Alex thought grimly to himself. He'd have to hurry in and out rather quickly, in that case. Pushing the door open and scurrying inside, he kept his head down and quickly made his way to the counter.
"Get something for ma, leave. Get something for pa too, maybe," He mumbled furiously to himself, keeping his eyes pointedly fixed on the counter.