Commissioned from  natysanime
Coloured and writing by myself.

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The Poochyena-morph had to admit it was rather handy that he didn't really date, it meant he never had to jump the hurdle of asking a girl to his place which basically meant any dry-stretch of alley or cleaned out dumpster he'd lucked upon. Still when she had gathered up all the chucked coins and given many a little bow to the breaking crowd... making sure to clutch at Toms wrist and have him match her movements to boot... being a hobo just didn't seem to matter. His gear was gathered up once more, slung upon his back while she flopped to her knees, poking and fiddling with the stereo, apparently not quite used to the model.

Those long lop-ears swung wildly as Tom stepped past and hefted the stereo right up into his clutches and with a bit of shuffling had it well mingled with his own guff including the banjos raggedy gig-bag. She seemed more than pleased with that option and with several little springs upon those radiantly white kitty toes brought herself right up against him, arms thrown around one of his own and holding tight as she gave a rub of her cheek along his shoulder. He'd read in a book once that Skittys and Glameows do that kind of thing to mark their owners but they rarely had such huge grins as this gorgeous little morph girl... so it was probably just affection.

Took some effort to tear his eyes away from those golden orbs looking up at him, not that she was all that much shorter than him, but she knew how to work that lithe form for exceptional cuteness it seemed. Few other performers and purveyors of entertainment still hanging around though many were packing up... few familiar faces, it just kinda happened that you'd get to know the others who would sprinkle their loose change seeking habits throughout parks. Spotting one face in particular tugged at the Poochyena-morphs muzzle into a rather trademark smirk as he led who... he was quickly thinking of as 'his' lass towards.

"Heyup there Vin", Tom didn't have a hand spare really to raise in greeting, thankfully Rags filled in as she lifted one before putting it back around his left arm. Vin, was in fact Vinny a Smeargle-morph of entirely expected occupation in artistry, though his was relegated to parks, side-walks and one or two at his apartment for special interests. Tom actually owed in part one of his defining features to Vinny, since the two had wound up after many a drink and more encouraging company to bet upon the use of several hair-dyes.

By the end of it Tom was nearly entirely blue furred but for some reason the mix of hair bleach and dye had left a few hair-spikes 'pon his head solid white... didn't grow out either bizarrely. Vinny, well after that it seemed a door had been flung open for him and the Smeargle-morph was a rather amusing limbed spectrum. Exactly how he gained such a hap-hazard rainbow mix was still a bit of a mystery but Tom was hedging his bets on him having a very, very open-minded friend with a jacuuzi.

"Keyo, what you want Tommy?", another little facet of Vinny was trying to make keyo a popular greeting, the equivalent of a yo or hiya but very few takers... besides folks were still getting used to having multiple languages and work-arounds due to the scattered nature of the morphs. Tom himself had been studying up on some rudimentary Japanese thanks to a phrase-book someone chucked out... unsuprisingly the phrase-book was pretty useless hence its trash status but he had at least pieced together how to explain to an old woman that her Ponyta was inside a green microwave. Specific circumstance surely, but one would be thankful to know it when the time comes.

"Can you doodle us?... I can offer you all the contents of my pocket.", the Smeargle-morph just knew to sigh at that offer and let his shoulders fall, still he gave a waggle of that very handy paint-dripping tail of his species and wanted them to plop down into good view. "I'll do it, but keep the contents, I hit a rich fluff seam in my couch last night so I'm good. Oh but hey ditch the stuff, I'm not doing complicated."

Slow nod given by the Poochyena as he gave a little squeeze to Rags grasping mitt as she reclutantly let go and allowed him to set down all their gathered materials, his banjo, empty cases of fireworks for restocking, her stereo and a tiny little sports bag that had been resting against it. Bizarrely though as Tom set the last of the goods down he found his last tugging at his shirt. Not in the typically cute way of the bottom, to go see something, no she was pulling at the neck and with nary a clue on what she was going for he relaxed his arms and let it be slid off him. The little Glameow girl giving his messed up mane a very thorough ruffle and pat before slinging that baggy garment right over herself.

Toms eyes narrowed on looking at that slender lass looking almost drowned in his t-shirt, for her part she offered a little wink and slipped her arms inside, dragging the little bag with a single toe-claw and bringing it to her feet. With a few little saucy swaggers from below the t-shirt came falling her striped sleeves and then her black top, carefully kneeling now to hide those and the rest of herself under the baggy t-shirt. Tom not able to entirely help himself, raising up on the pads of his feet to try and see through the stretched neck-hole... but she was head-down at this point and blocking any vantage point. Seemed a hell of a faff she was going through though.

Finally as Vinny had finished mixing up the right sort of colours for this pair Rags rose up. Gone were the socks too and Tom had to admit, she looked all the more lithe and cute without them, those little white gloves of natural fur colour. More amusing was the full change of attire, little tight black top gone along with the miniscule shorts and instead something a bit more loose against her hips with little pink frills. He didn't get an entirely full oogle as she'd balled up his t-shirt and thrown it right to his face for the Poochyena to redress. As he unravelled the thing and got it over his head the Poochs tail started to flick from side to side, feeling soft little feline fingers running against his roughed up stomach fur. He wasn't entirely a fitness freak but had long learned that a healthy hobo life meant as varied a diet as could be foraged or bought cheap and enough exercise to keep the muscles in front of bones.

T-shirt down and Rags smiling broadly as she withdrew her busy little hands the two just gazed at each other... could've done that the whole night if Vinny hadn't cleared his throat and reminded them of the point for the Glameows costume change. Back to back they plopped upon a smoothed green boulder, part of some art expo through the park that had yet to catch the eyes of the cities scrawlers. Resting against her Tom could feel that soft little heart-beat of the Glameow and more importantly feel that something so very important had been formed here as she slid her tail against his, guiding it with her hands and forcing those coils against the over-fluffed appendage.

Still at the back of Toms mind he did realise he'd yet to ask her name... Oh well, no rush.