Running was something that Coco had never done in his whole life. Granted, he had hid on occasion from particularly nasty clients, but; he never actually ran from anything while there. That was until he was he'd his mother die to protect him from his grandfather. A grandfather he had never met or heard his dad even speak of. The only reason he ran, was not his mother's last words, but the fear in her eyes at the mere sight of him. With the man blocking the door, the only way he had to go was out the window. Grabbing the few clothing items he could, Coco ran and jumped through the glass window. Falling three stories to the street was nothing for him, would have been if he was a mere human but that wasn't the case.Though on the outside he appeared human, the inside was far different. So different he had only met one like him and she was now coloring the floor of her suite with her blood. Landing hard on the ground, Coco took off running, covering his scared torso with the tunic he grabbed. Blood trailed behind him in foot prints from the glass that he had stepped on barefoot in his escape. Looking backwards to see if he was followed, he felt a slight bit of relief seeing no one coming. Turning back, he ran for anything that could put lots of distance between him and his grandfather.~~~Even though that day was a few months ago, he couldn't get it out of his mind. It was the day that Coco had lost everything.. his mom, his comfortable life, the other workers, and even his regular clients. There was no more predictable days, no more days of peace. No, instead every day was lived in fear of the moment that he either would be found by his grandfather or not wake up at all.Time never seemed to stand still any more and that was one more thing he missed. Those moments when he wished time would just stand still and he could be happy, were now gone as well. In fact he had no moment of peace since that fateful day. It was bad enough that Coco found he could only sleep when completely exhausted, even then sleep lasted a few hours. Running was his life up to this rainy night.Rain fell in thick sheets, making it hard to see more then a few inches in front of one's face. What could be seen from the lightning flashes showed other bodies moving to doors and disappearing within. The next lightning bolt showed a tavern down the street from where he was moving through the street. It took a few minutes before he finally was close enough to make out more features of the building in the next lightning strike. A few minutes later, the door to the tavern opens up to reveal a soaked individual carrying an odd shaped bag. Dark brown hair strands hung from his head sending miniature rivers of water down his boyish face. A black tattered tunic clung to his well framed torso, while dark tattered pants clung to skinny legs. Still barefoot, like he had been for months, had pools of water forming around them as his chocolate brown eyes looked around the room. Moving as if someone could come running at him any second, he inched over to the bar.Keeping his back to the wall, he waited for the individual behind the bar to notice him. Once approached, Coco quickly explained he wanted a room and a bath. Paying with a few coins, he took the key and flew up the stairs. Moving down the hallway, he slipped in and looked around. The room wasn't as comfortable as the one he had in the brothel, but it would do go his needs. Kicking off the tattered clothes, he dropped the bag to the floor and went to clean up.After a bath, shave, and a trim to his unruly hair, Coco felt much more like himself. Digging in his bag, he pulled out cleaner clothes then what he had been wearing. Pulling on the trousers, he threw the soaked clothes near the edge of the fire. Slipping into the boots he had bought days earlier in the month, he stood by the fire a moment longer before pulling on a soft brown tunic. Grabbing the key, he slid it into his trousers before going back down to the bar.It seemed like a few patrons were out in the rain enjoying a drink or two from where Coco stood on the stairs. Running a hand through his multi toned brown hair, he headed to the bar and ordered an ale. Said was being poured, he asked about food, wanting anything that would settle well on his stomach. Taking a sip of his ale, he paid for both meal and drink before walking to the fire and leaning against the fire mantel.