❝Well I would beg to differ. I heard you can fit your w h o l e b o d y in a trunk!❞
his eyes gleam further as he pictures the banner on the side of the road. he’s giddy just to stand in front of such a freak. he tries to control himself as he steps a little bit more forward, keeping the eyes of the man opposite him with a smile.
❝I will pay you a thousand dollars, c a s h, if you show me your act, just for me, on the big stage.❞
the other freaks had to be asleep by now, no one would catch them- as long as he could keep his amusement to a quiet minimum. he waits for the man to take his offer with an air of confidence, pulling out the stack of bills pulled together with a string, sure the other had never seen so much money up close.
fitting into a trunk was something that any halfway decent contortionist should be able to do. if that was all the other was looking for then it really wasn’t all that special. nothing he could do was anything grand compared to the other contortionist there. but the mention of how much he was going to be paid stopped his thoughts in their tracks.
and the moment the other brought the stack of bills out, his gaze dropped to them. lips pressed together as he contemplated but the part of him that reminded that he needed it spoke out loud and clear. the papers in his hand were shuffled and set down in a stack on the table in his room.
“ I can’t go losing this job - can you be fairly QUIET when I show you? ”
