Continued from here with @bubbas-chainsaw
Clyde's cheeks had felt heated, and he had smiled shyly. Truth be told, the olest Sawyer was right. "And? Ive only known you for about fiften, and i could say the same thing 'bout you Drayton." He had let out a chuckle, more so when the other sibling, Chop top, had piped in on his own fun and had popped on over next to him. Two idiots, indeed. Definitely, he could see it even, if they w e r e brothers, let alone could've been. They both had the looks for it; If he would've had darker hair, then he would've matched all the more. A look on him like Nubbins in a way, except fair more--small, fragile. Truth be told, he h a d been the shortest amongst all his own siblings back at home, and right then it showed. Next to the sawyers, the Vietnam vet, he was as short as ever, if not, a stick next to them all. The brunette had taken them being ushered out with a giggle, not having much more to say but a wave of his hand as they left.
This family- they liked them a whole lot, they were far different than anyone else than they'd been blessed to meet, and they meant that in a truly good way. The Sawyers simply were just something else, he was glad it had been them above anything who'd picked him up. Brushing some long strands of hair over, and off of his shoulders, he gave the other next to him a gentle shove again and grinned daintily. "Drayton's a hoot--you shouldn't make his blood boil too much! Pass me a cigarette too and let's get back on the road, silly..-" With a hand still resting on his other arm, he had turned from the doors and followed shortly behind in tow with Chop top until he had taken notice to the outline of his brother, over from the truck approaching slowly. A smile, wide graced his face at the sight of Bubba, and his wallet. "Oh-- you found it! Thanks Bubba, you're a sweetheart!" Found, and thankfully not lost. However, the stain as obvious as ever, he too had noticed it soon as the other approached. Their stomach felt like it'd dropped, their skin could've turned shades paler. Oh god. O h g o d. What was--. "O-Oh---" He felt frozen next to them. "I-I'm sorry I-- I must've... dropped it in some mud at my last stop, or something.." Sometimes he was brilliant at lying, sometimes he failed tremendously. His heart raced.
As Bubba's gaze wandered to his brother's, and then to the wallet before it had been held out to him, his own haze had followed u n t i l it had met with the floor. The silence between them, all the more heavy than it ever had been before, even like it had been in the ride over earlier. It was heavy, and hard to read through. Clyde looked at it, and tried s o hard not to react. To show anything, but clearly-- the surprise from it had made obvious disgust bubble up. Fear, guilt. A array of emotions, trying to force their way across his face. The brunette certainly hadn't known..remnants from home had ended up on their things; he would've guessed maybe he'd dropped it in some roadkill or something. He knew damn well what it was, deep down.
Though, he certainly hadn't been lying about not having much, the leather wallet upon opening not containing much more than a few flimsy cards, and a few crumbled five dollar bills. To which, he pulled out two and passed to the wig wearing Sawyer. Who knew exactly what for, for gas-- or for Drayton and his trouble's worth. Stealing from your family's own store was like losing money in a way, if it would've been him his father would've never of let him see, nor hear the end of it. Silence, had taken over the gravel parking lot. Right then, it seemed their newfound friend and dinner guest couldn't really look at them. Maybe, it had been the heat getting the best to them all in all. Maybe. Shoving the wallet hesitantly back in his pocket, he had finally turned and opened the passenger side door. The color was so distinctive, familiar. The sawyers knew what blood looked like, above anything else and of all things.
"D-...Don't forget..Onions and meat..-at six.." Clyde mumbled softly, glancing to the side. The ride home was going to be beyond quiet and agonizing besides the blessed factor of the radio, maybe they would be better when they'd get out of the car and to their place. With Leatherface having to sit in the bed of the truck once again with his saw, and the hitchhiker's backpack- he was once again left with his thoughts and the Texas heat throughout the ride home. Alot, weighing on everyone's shoulders. Life on the road certainly did change people.
