Haven, Maine, Tuesday Fandom time

Duke had been back in Haven for two weeks. It ached how easily he'd slid back into old patterns. Things like going down to the docks before dawn every morning, looking for odd jobs on the local fishing boats to earn some cash. Scrounging up whatever food he could find or steal to save his cash for things like keeping a roof over his head. Shrugging off the dirty looks he got when he headed into town afterwards, scruffy and sweaty and smelling like fish.

He couldn't trade on the 'oh you poor thing' factor the way he could when he was under six feet tall, but hey, at least now he could swing by the hotel and jump in a shower to avoid looking too disreputable when he went into town.

( Ah, the life of a disreputable restaurateur )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. This one I just made up all by myself. ;D]