helosther asked:
ƸӜƷ "You get to live at the carnival? Does that mean you get to ride the rides and play the games whenever ya want to?"
@expsychic:
ask baby patrick ! | accepting
“Not exactly,” Patrick says through a big, mischievous smile. Technically, no, he’s not supposed to go around climbing up on the various rides, but that doesn’t stop him. “Not whenever I want, but I don’t have to pay most of the time. I do get to ride them all once I’m done working, though.”
That would probably shock most people to hear him say – working. He’s only ten, but already good at guessing what’s in people’s pockets, getting a read on recently lost loved ones, tracing palm lines. Patrick is ten and the words The Psychic Boy Wonder are in big blue letters on the side of his family’s van.
The work is what matters. The rest of it’s just bonus goods.
“You should come on the ferris wheel with me. It’s a lot of fun. In return… I can get in touch with her for you. Would you like to speak to her?”
“Her? You mean my-- my mom?” Sarah offers up the information eagerly without a second thought. Stories around school of the psychic kid at the carnival were what drew her to find him in the first place. She didn’t know if she believed it (her dad sure as heck didn’t), but the curiosity was just too much to bear. Her smile crooks into something a touch more incredulous, but her heart patters at the possibility.
