Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
"Your daddy was a performer, or you meaning moonshine?" Could be either, the mention of fire in the belly. And, Misha, he wasn't real sure why Damian didn't eat meat, but he reckoned it was on account of being plenty soft on critters. Damian, he rescued everything that needed rescuing, and Misha couldn't imagine the boy eating nothing that had a face. He felt plenty guilty when he got a hankering for something with ham or bacon in, but it didn't happen a whole lot recent. He'd got plenty accustomed to Damian's food preferences, and he'd found they were tasty. Most of them weren't nothing folks back home would eat, and even the vegetables were cooked in lard in Kentucky. Damian's food, it leaned toward being spiced and tasty in a way that wasn't nothing to do with grease.
He smiled when she laughed, knowing he missed something there in the middle, when she cut herself off, but not knowing what. He let her go on, though, reckoning she'd say if she was inclined. "What else do folks do during nice dinners? I reckon we could play board games, though given it's you and me, then I reckon it might be more like them old meals where folks played piano after," he admitted, and this whole thing, planning it, it felt like roots some to Misha in a way the carnival hadn't. Damian, Damian was roots, but this felt like settling in, planning to host something with the other boy, and he wasn't real sure even why.
"I was a real vain and snotty prince, which I suspect ain't the goal of fairy tales," he said, thoughtful. "I was plenty pretty, but I wasn't real nice. I wasn't mean, it wasn't like that, but I wasn't kind. I did meet a nice girl there, though she wasn't real nice in the book neither, so I guess neither of us were at our kindest." The further out he got from the books, the less bad he felt 'bout them. And it was deliberate, telling her 'bout the fairy tale and not fixing on the book where he'd gone and died.
He could tell she was feeling emotional, even if he couldn't reckon why, and he leaned forward in his chair and squeezed her fingers, if he could. Soothing warm touch, and could be it was even too soothing and warm for inside and this time of year, and then he fixed on the polish and took up a real shiny blue.
"Building a show, a full one for a stage that tons of folks see, it's the most thrilling thing. It's the thing I'll miss most 'bout the carnival, being able to create something real brilliant and magical. I loved it, and they let me do whatever I wanted, long as folks kept coming. You'll do something amazing, and you got to promise you'll save me a ticket for the night you open, on account of I want to be in the audience," he said, genuine and true and real interested as he opened the polish to see if the shiny was as pretty as it looked from the outside of the bottle.
And, then, belated some. "I forgot snacks." He lifted his head, blue dripping back on into the bottle. "Should we get something brung?"