Re: [At the Carnival]
[Misha, he knew folks good. It was leftover some, and he wasn't always right, but he could feel something off about Jude. Wasn't that the boy was angry or anything of the sort, but something wasn't just so as it appeared surface, and Misha dug just a smidgen to figure if these two boys were blood related. Shouldn't matter any, but Misha wondered, and the air just went a tiny bit cooler with the figuring. Misha blinked slow after, shaking Jude's hand and then letting his own hand drop slow. His fingers in Oliver's tightened a touch, and Misha wondered what he'd walked himself on into.
But walking into unexpected things, it didn't bother Misha much. And, truth was truth, and the way Misha glanced over at Oliver soft, that wasn't playacting.] Thanks kindly. [Misha bowed some at the waist, an actor's bow.] Oli doesn't need to trade me a thing. I'll give him all the music he wants, and free of charge. [He winked sweet over at Oliver, and then he directed his attention to Jude again. He whispered loud, real conspiratorial:] Wouldn't mind a painting all my own, but don't go telling him that.