Re: [At the Carnival]
[Sure as the day was long, there was a space behind the tent's rings, and the performers were tucked in there getting themselves ready to go entertain the crowd. The place had chairs and dressing tables with big old bulbs, and Misha was sitting pretty at one, back in his red and black, and his devil's horns planted firm on dirty blonde with a transparent headband. And thanks to them lights shining bright and glaring, he hadn't been able to see Oliver from the stage none, but he sure saw the boy coming now.
Misha jumped to bare feet with harlot toenails, and he met Oliver partway. White facepaint gone, and just a lanky boy dressed in shiny pants snug, long legs encased in that shimmer, and Misha smiled wide and pretty and pleased.] Rhubarb. You came. [Despite Misha knowing this was all funning to Oliver, there was no denying he liked the boy plenty.]
Is he with you? [This was asked leaned in real close, breath cool against Oliver's ear. Misha didn't see anyone following his curl-haired boy, but might be Jude was good at not being seen. Truth was, Misha didn't have a good reading on Oliver's brother yet, and Misha knew better than to go assuming things he didn't know any.] If so, you lead on, pretty, and introduce us. [He held his hand out for Oliver to clasp, letting the other boy do the touching, reckoning it would make Oliver more comfortable that way.] Assuming you're still inclined?