he sits upright at the foot of the others bed, making himself comfortable upon the scraps of paper that were now spread throughout the sheets and onto the floor. he’s smiling at the man now, warmly, standing to greet him with him hands behind his back, rocking a bit, back and forth, on his heels.
❝Oh, it’s s o n i c e to meet you! I’m Dandy Mott, I’ve come to see your act!❞
the freaks didn’t like him to come into the big tent, anymore, so he had to sneak around like a common criminal to see what he wanted to see. and tonight it was the new male contortionist he had heard so much about.
❝I will pay you handsomely for a private show.❞
already he could tell the kid had no manners. sitting on his papers, scattering them about - he hoped none of them got too dirty or stepped on. he went about the tent and picked each one up even as the other stood and introduced himself. so this was the guy that tried to buy a few of the acts for himself, huh?
“ Depends on the kind of private show you’re looking for. ”
sayings like that meant more than one thing for him. to get what he wanted and needed, some shows were a necessity. but from what he heard about DANDY MOTT, he was more like a man-child. would he get the chance to see that side for himself?
