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grayson kept his head down, eyes focused on the ground, as he walked. bright blue hair poked out of his navy colored hoodie falling in his eyes. with his coffee in hand- and ignoring his pesky hair- he headed towards the animal shelter where he volunteered every saturday. stepping out the door of the coffee shop he ran smack into someone, "aw- fuck-" he cursed and then proceeded to apologize for spilling his coffee all over said stranger. the curse words didn't match his face, soft, young, innocent. his pale grey eyes were wide with fear but hadn't even left the ground.