Earlier that day, you heard sirens. The people on the streets are whispering to each other about someone who had escaped from jail. Others say an alien is loose. You/ your oc keeps walking, hoping to be home by dark. The crowds had died down in a certain area in the city, the buildings tall over head, a winter fog promising snow tainting the air. Suddenly, something darted past you, followed by some people associated with the law. The something slipped into an alley way, confusing the officers. WWYD?

The something—> He is still male. I feel like I need to tell you this

(Okay)

(I am always happy to rp)

Heh. Nothing else happens

Nuuuu

He is very polite.