Julian gave the two of them a strange look. "Damn, when did you two become friends?"
Evelyn Moore laughed. "Heh, as soon as I got off work and came back, I saw him trying to pry open my door with a tool. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he wanted to go inside and 'borrow' something to eat."
Hearing this, Julian turned his head and saw the kid sitting on his bed, wolfing down a bowl of canned pasta. "Wait, that's a little unethical, isn't it? Haven't you heard the saying, 'don't s**t where you eat'? Why are you stealing from neighbors?"
The boy was dark-skinned, with long, matted hair. He looked at Julian with a filthy face. "I didn't steal, I borrowed. I was hungry and couldn't find anyone, so I went for the familiar nest to get some grub."
"Prying open someone's door without
