Re: trailer park: alex and mal
Mal took the mug from Alex, and used his other hand to fan himself, lightly. "Well," he said, with every posh, I never bone in his body, and came closer to grinning than he had in some time.
He sipped the instant coffee, comfortingly shit as always. He'd missed having anything with in caffeine in it today, somehow, and it was a welcome friend. He simply turned the mug around to avoid sipping through any of the chips.
As Alex pointed to the assortment of oddities, Mal murmured, "That's kind of you. There must be a lost and found in this city somewhere." He paused. "Though if they are stolen, perhaps an anonymous drop of the box and a quick good Samaritan call to the police to tell them its location would be enough."
He wrapped both hands around the mug, as if it wasn't still simmering with late-summer heat outside. He leaned over, peering inside, hair falling across his eyes. The jar was full enough that he could do a bit of mental math. "Looks like a tips jar," he said, glancing up over the rim. "When did this appear?" He hadn't forgotten that Alex had implied he might be the one responsible, but his tone lacked judgement. He could be a deeply judgmental person - it was one of his many failings - but on ethical ground, not criminal ones. He didn't know the whole story here, not yet.