Re: The Trashcan/The Carnie
Leo was not paying much attention to his surroundings, no. He was lost in thought, contemplating searching out the mail car. How secure was it? Would it be possible to enter? And if he could get in, would he be alone? Theft was not on his mind, no. He was thinking of something else, something… brighter.
So when a hand shot out and took hold of him he was not expecting it. The boy jerked back as though a snake had struck. Snakes were not an uncommon thing in his line of work, sometimes they lay waiting in the grass of the fields the circus set their tents up in. But whatever snake it was recoiled from him with equal shock, because it wasn’t a snake, it was a man. A foul tongued man.
The end of his cigarette burned brightly as he sucked in long and slow, a breath that was then released in two plumes of smoke from his nose. “Hm… Seems like you may be more in need of a shirt, friend.” Leo’s tone was ‘maybe I’ll give you want you want, maybe I won’t.’ Green eyes were thoughtful as they stared, considering.
“...Want for me t’light one for you?” The burned hand disappeared into his pocket and reappeared with the lighter which he flicked, flicked, flicked, on and off.