[ congratulations heine, you now have +1 arrival-drunk in your inventory. and by inventory, i mean casually attaching himself to your shoe. your ankle. your knee. he's crawling up your leg without any sign that he has any sort of a) interest in you and b) awareness of personal boundaries. a low whine, in his throat, practically buzzes between the two. ]

Because I juuuust woke up after being dumped on the street and I don't know where I am and you're the first one I've seen not dressed like me, which means you must have some answers and because it's nice to help strangers.

[ the last bit pitches up into a question: it's nice to help strangers? in case "nice" isn't part of this guy's niche ]