clyde shows up in the junkyard sporting day two of a swollen, split lip, a cut cheek, and an aching side. ( simply put, he looks like shit. pitiable, he almost hopes. ) a ziplock bag changes hands, money taking its place in his pocket. he nods at the other man with cool recognition to confirm the completion of their business and then licks his injured lip, tipping his head a little to the side, eyeballing the flower in his pocket intently and then making almost heated eye contact with the other man. "you feelin' a little generous?"
@prsrott liked this for a starter!














