Closed starter for letspleasuretogether

( kitty-bandit I made the thing lol)

Allen seriously just wanted to cry. Here he was, stranded in another country, wet, and bloody cold. And he had no idea what to do about any of it.

Cross had abandoned him for long stretches of time before. That was normal. He also liked to move around a lot, dragging Allen along with him. Normally, Allen could manage the bills with a part time job and a bit of poker on the side.
But Cross had decided to move to bloody America this time. Allen suspected he got in a bit too much trouble with someone he owed money. But, less than a week after securing a run-down apartment, Cross had vanished again. He had not given Allen anywhere near enough time to get a visa to work, or any identification beyond his passport. He had managed to last a few months on savings and under-the-counter odd jobs, but it was not anywhere near enough, as Americans didn’t seem to gamble in normal bars and clubs.

And, of course, a week after he had gotten his eviction notice his small apartment had been broken into, and his bag with his passport, and all of his remaining money, was taken.

So Allen was royally screwed. Without ID, he could not even get into a homeless shelter, let alone get a job.

And on top of everything else, it had to be raining. Of course, it was late November, but not quite cold enough for snow. Snow would have been preferable, in Allen’s opinion. Snow was drier, he could just brush it off. But rain soaked through his clothes, making the night seem much colder.

He shivered and pulled his knees to his chest, wishing bus shelter he had taken claimed for the night could shield him from the wind and rain better. A streetlight above him flickered every so often, and Allen watched his breath create white puffs in the night air.

Allen fought exhaustion for a few hours, but he started to wonder why he bothered. He couldn’t think of any way out of his situation, and even if by some miracle Cross returned, he would have trouble even finding Allen. All he had left were the soaked clothes he was wearing, clothes which were not designed with warmth in mind. Even his thin coat was mostly for fashion, rather than function. Allen knew that realistically, he had a low chance of surviving the winter, even without considering how he was going to eat.

Allen eventually let his eyes close, finding it hard to continue to worry, or even care, what might happen if he fell asleep. Maybe it would be better if he just gave into it, rather than dragging it out…