closed for @musemuseum
air is thick with the smell of woodsmoke from a neighbor’s burn barrel . froggy 's hunched over the open hood of a rusted out chevy , knuckles greasy as he curses out at a stubborn bolt . from inside the thin walls of the. cannon trailer , the muffled shouting of his brothers serves as the soundtrack to his frustration . he hears a crunch of gravel under cricket’s shoes long before she reaches him . ❝ you're a long way from the paved road , ❞ he calls out without so much as lifting his head , his voice flat and croaky . after a minute , he finally pulls his hands out of the engine and wipes the grease onto a rag that is well past blackened . body leans back against the grill and he flicks a piece of gravel toward her feet with the toe of his boot - not to hit her , but just to get her attention . ❝ did ya want somethin' from me , or are you just here to admire the scenery ?? ❞
