The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

Tintin's Past Life (3)

(A/n: This short will mostly be based on the image above EXCEPT for Snowy's part and the begining part. Image belongs to haddockshairychest from Tumbler, NOT TO ME! If the artist sees this, let me know if using the picture is okay with you and this is beautiful by the way. Enjoy!)

The Young Loner.

No One POV:

The sun didn't even peek out yet. But the lighter of the streetlights was already up and at it, turning off the lights which he previously lit.

Aside from him, a few people like fishermen, factory workers and the baker were awake. He just finished one avenue and started proceeding to his next location, giving a few good mornings here and there.

He overlooked a showcase window, considering buying a gift for his wife there for the upcoming holiday when he turned the corner and had to sharply stop, ending on the tip of his toes as he almost tripped over a bundle of brown, orange and white, which was just as surprised and turned to him when he showed up.

The thing turned out to be a little ginger haired boy, dressed in a brown shirt and holding on to a small white puppy and a brown bag.

The man looked at him in confusion. He didn't look like he's been on the streets for too long, he just looked exhausted like he's been on the way for a while. The puppy whimpered lightly as the boy looked back with big blue eyes, wondering what the man will do...

The sun was out and shining on the big, christian aesthetic building.

"He just sat there, Father." The man finished explaining to the friar in charge as they talked in the office, the young boy stayed by the door and waited on one of the chairs.

"Did he say anything to you?" Friar Anthony asked in concern.

"Not much. He only asked me politely where he was. When he replied, he thanked me and tried to walk away but something told me not to let him to. I think he might've lost his memories." The man shook his head, making the friar hum.

"Well, your actions were wise. Let's go see him." He finally stated as they rose up from the seats.

The kid jumped a bit and turned to look at the opening door.

"Kid, this is Friar Anthony. He'd like to ask you a few questions. It's okay to answer him. He wants to help just like I do." The kid nodded in understanding as the friar sat across him.

"Good morning, Son."

"G-Good morning." He finally found his voice again, holding on to his puppy.

"You have a very cute puppy. Does he have a name?"

"M-Milou." The kid replied shortly, patting the puppy a little for comfort before noticing the Friar's confusion, "It means snowy."

"Oh, because he's as white as the snow? How fitting!" The friar complimented.

"My mother gave him to me and I named him." The kid explained and despite it not being any useful for them to find his parents, the two grown ups were happy to see him coming out of his shell.

"That's nice, and what about you? Do you have a name?"

The kid mumbled it shyly and the only thing they managed to hear was the last part: ''Tintin''.

"Nice to meet you, Tintin." The friar said, making the boy confused at the nickname but he quickly grew to like it and didn't bother correcting them as he smiled and shook the kind Friar's hand.

Feeling as if the ice has been cracked enough, the adults switched looks before looking at the boy again.

"Tintin, may I ask what were you doing in the streets in such an early hour?" Tintin's eyes dimmed a bit and continued so as Friar Anthony added, "Where are your parents? Are they around?"