Ray stepped out of his apartment, wearing a simple grey zip-up hoodie. The sleeves were stretched out and nearly covered Ray's paws, as the raccoon had a nasty habit of tugging the cuffs. He glanced about, as if he was being followed, before starting downstairs. He stumbled while heading down the hall, accidentally upsetting a picture frame. Ray scooped up the frame, and struggled to get it back in place, muttering to himself the whole time.
"Clumsy. Always clumsy. Two left paws and all. Did the glass break? No, no it's fine. Back you go, frame. Where's your home then?"