Two days alone, and Dextra was already desperate.

She hadn't wanted to be. She had wanted to show the idiots that she was forced to call her parents that she could handle herself without them, that their abandoning of her was inevitable, and ultimately pointless. She wanted—at the mere age of six—to prove that she didn't need them to be a grown up.

And she had lasted for these two days (a lifetime for a child), on a shelter she had made for herself and the little bit of food that she had stolen from her pantry.

But she had run out a few hours ago, and while she had told herself that food was for pussies, she found her small tummy growling again. To make matters worse, rain had come, and was seeping into her little makeshift home.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when the small streetlight on the corner of the street had gone out, and she was left in the dark.

She started to cry.

As children do, she was quick to assume that she was a goner. Hugging her tiny, dirty knees as she wallowed in her misery, she wailed without shame. After all, in the abyss of darkness, who could hear her little sounds of desperation?

…other than an equally miserable little boy, though one far too stubborn to admit his misery. Slightly older than the girl, and certainly larger, Nistro was wandering slowly through the night that felt murky in its darkness when he heard the little cries. Blinking, his hand jumped to the flashlight he kept at his side in case of emergency, as if it were a sword and he a knight in shining armor. Said metaphorical sword flashed quickly onto the source of the bothersome noises, parried towards the small child that instantly flinched at her spotlight. Her drenched eyes grew wide at his invasion.

Nistro cried, "H-hey! "Shut up! You're gonna get us in trouble if you keep yelling like that!" His free free hand slapped onto his hip into a disapproving stance.

The littler one's cheeks instantly grew hot and red on top of being soaked with both tears and rain, swiping them sharply and turning away. "Fuck off!" she returned harshly, embarrassed by her tears.

The boy's rather large eyebrows pulled together. "That's a nice way to thank me for saving you!"

Dextra took instant offense to that. "I don't need saving! From anyone!"

"…Well, you sure sounded like you did!" Nistro had meanwhile grown closer, intrigued by this new species he had found: a girl. He gave a curious tug to her ear, making her squeal and slap his chest.

"I said go away!"

He didn't listen, plopping down in a shelter that really was meant for only one and setting the flashlight upside to illuminate the room. "Say, you're pretty good at this." His eyes were wide with fascination, too impressed to notice all of her little mistakes that trickled onto his nose and shirt. And pants. And flashlight.

She blinked at him. "At… my house?"

He nodded. "It's better than anything I've made!" he said, grinning with teeth that gapped in the middle, that made little whistling sounds when he spoke.

Dextra looked at him, unsure of what to do. "…Oh," she finally said lamely, sitting beside him. Silence fell between the two of them, he staring unabashedly at her, and she looking at the pellets of rain that fell onto the street, shining the weak little light.

And that was that.