Kayden tugged his hood over his head, his worn out boots clanking againt the floor. Unfortunatly he hadnt been able to buy any new clothes, fortunatly that just made him look like the many beggers in the market, trying to make ends meet or trying not to get theyre face smashed in by someone they owed. He passed by a sign saying, one hed read many times but never followed it, 'Only human beings past this point' which was stupid because it was the only spot in the market where food wasnt rotting. See he was human...well mostly- he looked like the part exept the galran markings on his face. Unfortunatly he could only find enough cheap foundation to scavenge in the alley way behind the beauty stores to cover them up. He wasnt ashamed of them, but still he had to eat. Each time he came her he atleast tried to change his clothes and style to not get caught by the market owner or boss- Mr. Monroe he didnt own anything but one stall but acted like he owned the place, which ment he found any excuse to kick out beggars or, people like him, aliens or diffrent species. After voltron saved the universe from the galra earth became a hub for species it was mostly peaceful until some trade deals went wrong and people who didnt like them took the oppurtunity to ban them from some stores, including part of this market. He eyed some peoples paper bags, already filled with groceries ready to be paid for. He spotted a women, supposedly in her seventies or eighties, ' 'Easy target' he thought untill he saw the person behind the stall, which had already spotted him, Lacy Monroe, aka the biggest class pet, aka his rival, aka Mr. Monroe's daughter.