The boy is back in town

[constantprisoner]

[A]
After years of imprisonment, freedom is amazing.

Even now, even though it's been a few days, he still can't get over the feeling of being back in the world. Being around people and breathing fresh air (as fresh as a city can manage anyway). Sirius trots along the street and back alleys, keeping up the act as a stray dog and generally trying not to be noticed. He'd forgotten how easy it was.

However, his ability to enjoy himself is currently at war with the realization that he's pretty vulnerable. It's been twelve years and he really has no information about what the city is like. He has no idea if he has any friends left, or if there's anyone in this city who would be willing to help him. He needs allies, he needs information, he needs clothes.

Food should probably be added to that list now. Sirius can't recall the last time he ate a decent meal. (not counting the garbage can he raided out of desperation).

For now though, he needs rest. He's been on the run constantly and all of that energy has finally caught up with him. He collapses under a tree in a park, and from a distance, it might look like he's dead.

[B]

Information and allies will likely have to wait for a bit until Sirius can reorient himself in the city. Clothes and food, however, are slightly more accessible. Thankfully someone's got their laundry out on the line, and he can smell a few things from a garbage that he would be able to stomach. Desperate times call for desperate measures that he's actually thinking of doing that a second time.

[ooc: Sirius can be caught doing either in Option B]

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[emotioneater]

"Did you just...shrug at me?" That niggling feeling he had before about the dog understanding him came back. Dogs didn't shrug. That was a purely human reaction. He stood up and took a step back. Just what was he dealing with here?

[constantprisoner]

Mentally, Sirius is kicking himself. He should have paid attention to acting a bit more like a dog. Outwardly, he wags his tail and starts to pant. Nope, he is just a normal dog albeit a very intelligent one. There was no shrugging. Dogs don't even have shoulders do they?

[emotioneater]

Hmmmm. He looks the dog in the eye, trying to decipher what's going on inside that dark-furred head. He's not entirely convinced of that this animal is one-hundred percent pure dog. After all, there's one very large kitsune running around London. Who knows what other freaky beasts are roaming the streets. He stands there, stiff-legged, not approaching Sirius again. "You'd best be careful out there. Give folks a cause for suspicion and they tend not to let it go."

[constantprisoner]

Sirius has to admit that being a dog is frustrating sometimes because he would like to say something at this point. However, that would require shifting back to a human for which would result in several issues, at least one of them compromising.

Still he'll take the advice, considering he has let his guard down a bit more than he should have.

[emotioneater]

"Be seein' you." Cooper backs off slowly and walks through the park, occasionally turning back to look at Sirius. If he's expecting something to happen, he's disappointed when nothing does. He'll be keeping an eye out for that dog again. London's only so big and unusual types of creatures tend not to keep a low profile for too long.