athosing | iv.

I told you this, you know. You waved me off.
What was wrong with the fair? We had a good time. I know you liked winning those prizes on the games.
You just have to stop resisting, and it won't be so bad.

Did you bring anything solid, or do I need to come rescue you?

i liked embarrassing you with the stuffed animals.
though you really should've kept one of them. i know you can't help your bleeding heart when it comes to needy kids, dick, but i was trying to make a romantic gesture.

maybe the only hands i want on my face are broader and freckled.

bought a sandwich, no bacon though.

Maybe I wanted a fish, you ever think of that?
That little girl was happy when I gave it to her, you can't say it wasn't nice to see her face light up like that.

I'm not sure it counts as freckled when it's taken over the entirety.

No bacon? Who are you, and what have you done with my Lewis?

well, you should have said.
i mean i don't mind being the only thing you cuddle up to at night, but i worked hard.

and you have patches of white.
your buttocks, mostly, but still.

you know i'm scared of your butcher now that his wife is looking after front of shop.
i like bacon as much as the next fella but i'm not willing to be interrogated for it.

Next time we go to a fair and you win me something, I'll keep it. As long as there isn't a little girl crying.

I'm not you, Nix. I don't parade around in the buff, even if we are alone.

What has she done to you now? Or should I be asking what you've done to her? She's only ever sweet to me.

it's a fair. there's always a little kid crying somewhere. mostly because the damned parents have got them hopped up on candyfloss and they're having a come down.
or they're playing you.

who am i to deny the world my glorious physique?

[ Actually, it's not so glorious but Dick likes him anyway. ]

she has a voice like a foghorn and breath like a foxhole with no sense of personal space.
she doesn't have to do anything to me.

Maybe I do good with them because they remind me of you.
You do that, too.

No one, it would seem.

(Yes. Yes he likes him a lot, even if it's not the most glorious, it's what he's into.)

She doesn't have any of those things.

you know what, i'm rethinking my affection for you.

[ No, he's not. ]

you think everyone is perfect, dick. but she's a monster. i don't need to be that close to someone while they're feeling up sausages.

I bet you are.

She wants to make sure that we have the best selection, that's all. And you can't really blame any smell you might think you can smell on her. It's probably the place she's working.