Re: The Trashcan/The Carnie
Leo’s brows arched at the ‘fire for wine’ comment. He was sure there was some deeper meaning behind the statement, but what that was he didn’t know. He was a simple man in that sort of way. And his brows remained raised at his new acquaintance’s insistence that he didn’t flatter. Had he meant to be sarcastic, then, when he called Leo beautiful?
“Garbage?” He echoed with a short laugh. After a second he repeated the name with a faux french accent, giving it some flair, “Garbage.” For not one moment did he believe that was a real name, but he’d humor the man just the same.
“Might be you got me figured out,” Leo said with a hint of pride. “There’s a fair bit of trouble cooped up in this head of mine, I confess.” He gestured to Mr. Garbage. “As for you, it's written all over your body. Or am I wrong?”