How a little affection can evolve you.

in my mind Remmy is just turning 17 and Riss has been 21 and had his bar tending job for a little while. He's in his early twenties stage when he's still working in turning his life around and being a kind person. ((look at Cyervo 's character history to understand))
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Dos Velos was too preppy for Riss's liking but he needed to get some fruity things that those girls liked in their drinks and what not like his boss asked him. He would've been in and out of the city had it not been for a rather strange sight.

There was a teen sitting leaned against the wall with her head in her hands. Sure it was pretty normal to see at Las Vicio, but aren't these people supposed to be in shelters by this time?

"Hey. Is something wrong?" Riss asked, leaning down on a knee to be at eye level. The person who he thought was a girl looked up and replied "I'm fine."
"Oh." He said impulsively on realizing she was infact a he. And he definitely was not fine. How can a guy be so skinny and dirty. Especially one who lived in Dos Velos. "How old are you?" Riss asked.

"Uh . . 17." He said and shyed back. Yeah, he was too young to be coming from Las Vicio.

"Do you have anywhere to stay?" Riss asked the boy who shook his head no. He had to think for a moment. "I'll rent you a hotel room." The teen seemed to freak out and try to get up to walk away. "Look. Not like /that/ okay. I mean. Just for you. So you don't have to stay out here. It's cold." Riss tried to explain. He got a skeptical look but the other make finally agreed.

They walked to the nearest hotel and Riss bought him a room for the night. He lead the kid to the room and let him in. "The room doesn't expire until 5 in the afternoon. I'll come check on you tomorrow. I have work in an hour."

"O-okay. Thank you." He whispered. And walked about the room, noting where everything was and how it looked. Riss took one last look at the teen.

He was dirty, his clothes, his face, his hair. The only noticeable feature he had were his blue eyes, contrasting against the brown on his skin and clothes. He was so small and skinny ontop of that, he looked starved.

Riss left wondering what was under all that grime.

The following day he showed up to an empty hotel room. "of course." He sighed. It was only 2 in the afternoon. Most days he's not even up at this time. "I dont know why I thought a stranger would listen to me."

As if on cue the door opened and behind there stood the boy from before. "S-sorry." He apologized. "I didn't think you'd be here this early. I was at school." He whispered.

Riss took a look at him now. He actually had strawberry blonde hair and fair skin. He wore a cleaner white shirt and a pair of brown pants. "It's okay. I guess it didn't come to my mind that you still uh, went to school." He finally replied.

"Ye-yeah." The two stayed in awkward silence before Riss finally broke it.

"So what's your name?"
"Lo-Lorem." He said shyly, rocking back on his heels. "Th-thank you for everything but- you don't really have to concern yourself with me anymore I-I'll be fine." He  said. "He-here's the key." He handed Riss back the card.

The older male seemed highly offended and couldn't help but let his sarcasm drip through. "Oh yeah sure you do highschooler. You call sleeping in the streets fine?" Lorem looked to his side and sniffed. Oh no.

"Dont cry." Riss nearly ordered but didn't apologize. "Hey look. I'll give you a little push okay. I know how hard this is, so lets go out and find you a job yeah?" Lorem sniffed again before nodding his okay.

On the way out Riss extended the stay for another week. He went to the grocery store where he usually bought the ingredients. He figured he had a good enough relationship with the small store owner to convince her to give Lorem a job.

He would start as a bagger, then work his way up to chashier, stocker, assistant manager and finally manager.

And Riss came to check on his every day.

And every day Lorem seemed brighter, more joyful. He was able to rent himself a small apartment and buy himself new clothes.

Pink was a great color on the teen.

Finally Riss felt confident enough that Lorem would be fine without him, so he stopped visiting. He felt really warm inside afterwards, like he was feeling the pride of his mother. He knew he'd done a great deed. He could see the smile on his mothers face behind his eyelids.

Lorem never understood exactly why Riss left him, but he knew enough about Riss to show up at his bar one night.

"Riss!!" Came an all too cheerful voice. The bar tender turned to find the strawberry blonde already in a seat in front of him.

"You're not supposed to be in here." He said, but couldn't help the smile that creeped onto his face."How'd you-"

"Fake ID." He said waving said item in his face before putting it in his pocket.

"Fine but I'm not letting you get any drinks."

"You're no fun!" He laughed and met the mans eyes.

He suddenly found himself over the counter and hugging Riss, mumbling thank you over and over into his shirt.

"You're welcome Lorem."

". . . Call me Remmy." The younger male mumbled which in turn made the bar tender laugh.

"Okay. . . Remmy." He whispered and combed his fingers through the soft blond hair.

This boy had certainly changed. After all he'd been through, he evolved from a dull grey and brown to a beautiful pink blue and white. It was almost blinding the light that radiated off him.

And all it took was the warm affection of a stranger.