Stone - RAMSHACKLE

You were walking down an alleyway until you saw something in the corner of your eye. You turned your head only to see a scrap, he had a ragged coat and a cigarette hung limply from his teeth. He seemed to be sleeping, for soft snores were rumbling from his throat. There were heavy bags under his purple eyes, as if this had been the first time he had slept in days. A piece of his fluffy black hair halfway covered one of his eyes. His body slumped over, and you decided to get closer. Suddenly, he jolted awake. He gasped as he looked around. He finally noticed you and looked up.

"Oi- who are you?"

He said in a deep tone, slowly rising to his feet. He spat his cigarette out and stared down at you.

"You got a staring problem?"