Blu looks to see that the foot had come to a halt, barely inches away from his face. That was a close one! But he was thankful to the guy who had stopped the other from kicking him. Finally grabbing the last of the snacks that had been scattered across the ground, Blu stands and watches as the group left, staring as the one who had kicked out at him was toted off by the guy who had 'saved' him. In a most likely missed gesture, Blu raises his free hand and waves goodbye and thanks, before turning quickly on his heels and dashes off, heading in the opposite direction the group of people was going.<br/><br/>Clenching tightly on to the handle of the bag, he sighs softly as he ran, his thoughts racing. It had been quite some time since something like that had happened. Even for where he lived, it was random and rare for that sort of thing to take place, which was why he felt safe in wandering around. Not that he wasn't able to fend for himself. He might not be all that physically strong in the arm muscle area, but his leg muscles were another story altogether. And then there was<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>. But he never wanted to feel like that ever again. It was a horrible sensation.<br/><br/>Running fast as he was, it didn't take long for Blu to reach where his home was. And like any other day, he wasn't too worried about someone breaking in, since he was in such a secluded place. His 'home' as it were, was placed in an area that not that many people visited, and many often just didn't want to. Almost anyone in their right mind would avoid such a place, which was exactly why Blu chose to live there.<br/><br/>Slipping inside, he goes straight to what he called his bedroom, which was located way at the back of the structure. From the inside it didn't look all that bad, in fact some might even say it actually passed as a home. The bedroom floor was covered in random scraps of different sized carpet, and in a corner was an old mattress, covered in a pile of blankets and pillows. There was a small rickety desk with a chair, an old dresser with four drawers, one of them was missing. A worn out bookshelf held all sorts of nick knacks as well as books. Hanging on the walls were random posters and pictures, and a hole in the wall over the bed served as a window, which was covered in clear plastic and a curtain on the inside. He also had a pole hanging up where he hung his dresses and such.<br/><br/>Jumping over to the bed, he plops down on it, and immediately ruffles through the plastic bag, pulling out the donuts and opening them, taking a big bite of one, a satisfied look on his face. Letting his mind wander, he thought back to the guy with the tattoos and piercings, wondering who he was. Blu had never seen him before. But that wasn't all that weird to think about, considering how big this city was. Plopping on his back, he stares up at the ceiling, his hand every once in a while going to the donuts to grab another. He wondered if he'd ever see the guy again, so he could thank him properly for helping him out. He hoped that he would be able to.<br/><br/>Finishing the donuts, sadly, he opens a bottle of water, takes a drink, before getting off the bed and taking his clothes off, tossing them in to a corner. After this he pulls on a long nightgown type thing and pulls it on over his head, before getting back in bed, covering himself in the many blankets, and leaving quite a few underneath him. Now he looked nothing more than a lumpy pile on the bed, and it didn't take long for him to doze off and fall asleep, his thoughts being the guy from before, and small smile on his face.