“You can’t break a pinky swear,” he confirmed, “like a blood oath. That shit’ll mess you up if you break it.” Kids didn’t take pinky swears seriously. Or maybe they did and adults just thought they were all insane. He didn’t mind the latex smell so much. Well, everyone had a line in the sand somewhere.
That smudge of black shadow was interesting. It made Rasmus appear beaten, as if he had a black eye or a large bruise of some type.
Red didn’t hesitate to pluck that offering from those nimble fingers. “That’s so nice of you. Thank you.” He tucked that shit into a jacket pocket, cast a quick glance around to check for onlookers, and then glanced back up at Rasmus. “If it’s on the internet it’s gotta be true, right? Oh. Fuck. I’m Red, by the way. Like...the color, or something.”