Re: The Trashcan/The Carnie
"Well, aren't you adorable. Gimme cigarette." His voice was harsh and low, East side London. He reached up with one hand and snagged the passerby with a pinch to the denim of his jeans, attempting to slow him down. But there was something in the fabric, something gritty and a little warm and wet!? He whipped his hand away and shook it. "FUCKING - what? Oh, christ." he promptly locked the substance that had transferred to his fingers. "Frosting, God, thought you were strolling down the aisle looking bloody chipper and cheerful and just covered in cum. Whose birthday?" He didn't right himself. He was still upside down. "Gimme cigarette. Ease my pain, son."