Username: huddson
Kalon Name: Jester
Prompt:
The frost spread slowly over Jester's window, welcoming itself into his home, welcoming itself into his life. He pushed himself off of his mattress on the floor, watching a streetlight outside flicker, flicker, and then go out, leaving the street it watched over dark, seemingly barren of life, perhaps barren of hope.
Gathering blankets from the pile in the corner of his room, he slung them over his shoulder, and then walked out of the door. He let it close with a dull thud behind him, not bothering to lock it. If someone needed his home to keep warm, if someone needed his food to keep alive, if someone needed his shower to prepare for a job interview that might change their life, then he was fine with that. He wasn't going to leave his people behind, now that he wasn't really one of them anymore.
People were already waiting outside for him. They with their layers of clothing and outstretched, begging paws, he handed out blankets to the freezing.
They each mumbled thank-yous to him, and he nodded in return. He knew that they held him in high regard, but he really was just someone who had graduated from living in the streets to living in a small flat with no heating, and he knew all too well that he could lose it again all too quickly.
Once the blankets ran out, a kalon with a blue floral headband looked up at him, their eyes not yet hollow but certainly getting there. They asked him if he had any left. He paused, looked down at his empty paws, and told them to wait. Walking inside, he pulled the curtains off of their curtain rod, leaving his windows bare, leaving people able to look inside his room. He didn't care. Bundling the curtains up in his arms, he went back out, and wordlessly handed them to the kalon.
They looked down, speechless. They told him they couldn't accept that, that curtains were expensive. He told them that he had a friend that bought too many extra sets and he could always get some from them.
They looked down at the curtains again, thanked him again, and walked off quickly, as though someone were going to steal them.
He watched them walk off, smiled to himself, and headed back inside.
When the sun rose it found him cleaning the tiles in the kitchen so people were less likely to get mud on their paws. He watched it rise through the window that was now bare, stood up, left the rag he was using on the floor, and he went back to bed.
Gathering blankets from the pile in the corner of his room, he slung them over his shoulder, and then walked out of the door. He let it close with a dull thud behind him, not bothering to lock it. If someone needed his home to keep warm, if someone needed his food to keep alive, if someone needed his shower to prepare for a job interview that might change their life, then he was fine with that. He wasn't going to leave his people behind, now that he wasn't really one of them anymore.
People were already waiting outside for him. They with their layers of clothing and outstretched, begging paws, he handed out blankets to the freezing.
They each mumbled thank-yous to him, and he nodded in return. He knew that they held him in high regard, but he really was just someone who had graduated from living in the streets to living in a small flat with no heating, and he knew all too well that he could lose it again all too quickly.
Once the blankets ran out, a kalon with a blue floral headband looked up at him, their eyes not yet hollow but certainly getting there. They asked him if he had any left. He paused, looked down at his empty paws, and told them to wait. Walking inside, he pulled the curtains off of their curtain rod, leaving his windows bare, leaving people able to look inside his room. He didn't care. Bundling the curtains up in his arms, he went back out, and wordlessly handed them to the kalon.
They looked down, speechless. They told him they couldn't accept that, that curtains were expensive. He told them that he had a friend that bought too many extra sets and he could always get some from them.
They looked down at the curtains again, thanked him again, and walked off quickly, as though someone were going to steal them.
He watched them walk off, smiled to himself, and headed back inside.
When the sun rose it found him cleaning the tiles in the kitchen so people were less likely to get mud on their paws. He watched it rise through the window that was now bare, stood up, left the rag he was using on the floor, and he went back to bed.
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