Snippet #1513714

Arch dug his hands deeper into his pockets, shivering a bit. he was only wearing a light hoodie over his green tee-shirt, and it was much colder up here than it was in Florida, where he had spent the last two years of his life. ironically enough, although he had spent most of his time outside in the sun, his skin was as pale as ever. He turned a corner to see a group of people gather in front of an imposing looking building. And a dog. Tiburon, the little black scrap of cat, hissed and dug his claws into Arch's shoulder. "Hey." Arch said, reaching up and pulling the cat off his hoodie and holding him in the crook of his arm. "It is only a dog. no biggie." He joined the group silently, studying the others faces. He tried to make it look like he was confident, but honestly he was rather nervous. he didn't like crowds, or people at all really. too much noise. Anyway, being alone is nice.