OKAY SO i am super late but!! this was a valentine's day gift actually, for my boy kitboys !!

detroit is his fursona and patch is mine. i decided to whip up something for fun! (this is obviously before they met and actually founded a band together. also why patch looks a little different, he dyed his hair and stuff for stage persona reasons!) i am SO happy to be finished with this lmao but i'm also super happy with it in general!! this is a Slightly big deal because i am honestly so intimidated and nervous to post my writings online, but here we go anyways.

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It had been a rotten night, that was for damn sure. Patch cursed his luck (and his bad temper, probably) as he stumbled into what was the third bar that night. What was with all these new places, anyways? Not letting anyone have a little fun, a little tussle over some fun? It wasn't like he was actually angry- hell, he was just warming up!

If that was angry, Patch had to force a dry laugh. They really wouldn't be able to handle the hotheaded boy at his... well, worst.

His small victory was met with an abrupt end as rain suddenly burst from the sky, soaking all that was below. Including Patch. Hissing and growling to himself, the boy finally entered the doorway and into the building. Damn these summer evenings. They were beautiful, and he might've liked to taken a moment to admire the very last of the blazing sunset in the corner of the bustling city, but... when it rains, it pours. The male proceeded to make his way through the crowds and helped himself upon a bar stool.

Patch had just started nursing his second glass of- well, whatever. He wasn't paying much attention for the night. He had simply ordered whatever the guy next to him was having- and he had already taken off for the night. The huge sea of social drinkers had left, and what remained seemed to be only those with a death wish or the regulars. Same thing. Patch snickered to himself.

Then, a voice spoke up.

The goat, caracal, and akita mix lifted his head after admittedly dozing. He wasn't quite sure why he was paying any attention, but... he couldn't draw his focus away. Whoever was talking sounded like someone who knew his place, but not necessarily in any low place. Patch was sure it was a singer- didn't these little dives host small bands or karaoke seasons during the weekends?
Normally, he would have laughed, cringed, or even stuck around to boo or mock whichever poor drunken soul mustered the bravery to crawl to the small stages and belt it out- but this felt so much different. If this guy was to stick around, Patch would be, too.

His wish was granted.

Albeit, it took half an hour- but Patch's patience was rewarded as only a few lone stragglers remained. Turning his head to the direction of the door, his eyes met the stranger he had caught ear of earlier.

A lion in both proper and sloppy posture sat at his own stool, making lazy small talk at the barkeep and those around him. There was nothing really special about their conversations- if you could call them that. Something about drinks not being what they used to be, and asking for more.
Despite that, there was... something about this guy. He looked like a natural born singer.

Patch hadn't ever recalled seeing his face, especially around here... this was the end of the road for this city, those who wound up here were either coming here to die, or, well... were naturally born from the wrong side of the tracks. But... this guy? He looked something comparable to a modern day angel, with his sparkling magenta eyes and flowy angel like hair. Patch had to blink and swallow- it wasn't that boys like this caught his eye often, but... then again, how many boys were like this guy?

And then it crossed his mind- that was right, a band! He had given the idea some thought. Patch really didn't care for living, if he were to be honest. This was it- he was on his third job since leaving a home who had never cared for him. Once he got fired and used up the last of his pay, well... whatever would happen would happen.
But... maybe he could start something with this guy- he had to be a singer, or something..! Remembering his cellphone in the back of his pocket, Patch reached, dumbfounded, and rustled in his pocket until his paw drew it up to the surface...

Only to find that the lion had left. Patch couldn't believe his luck tonight...! Maybe he should just go home and call it quits, go and sleep it off. The lights were already beginning to blur and a wicked headache had seeped into his brain, anyways.

Still... he was sure he would somehow see him again.