Yep. Definitely a family. It was sort of cute, actually.
"Really?" The man called Skull turned to look out his own window, and all of a sudden, Barney could see where the obvious nickname might have come from. He caught a flash of bone-white skin underneath the hat, and he turned away at once, feeling bad for the curly-haired man's desire to explain what shouldn't have to be explained. "I'd appreciate it if it happened more often, then," Skull said. "Being the smartest one in the group becomes so wearing after a while."
It was strange. 'Skull' didn't really strike Barney as the kind of guy who would want to hide. Maybe not wantonly display his condition, but... not try to cover it up, either. So why was he? Was it part of some carnival contract?
The teenager's grin grew wider. "Nope. Not the sidewalk."
"And Gabe joins us lowly mortals at last," Skull murmured through the scarf. "Sky."
Fletch shook his head. "Guess again!"
~~
Ghastly just couldn't win anywhere.
After a moment's pause - in which he stared at the hat with frustrated puzzlement - Ghastly made his first properly conscious decision since he took the first sip of beer back at the bar. The man's name was 'Dad.' He was an eccentric drinking buddy. Nothing more. Nothing less. He wasn't a man who'd been written and guessed about, fought over since the beginning of time. Because clearly, most - if not all - of those stories and accolades were wrong, and Ghastly didn't particularly feel like getting whapped with the cowboy hat again.
And with that, Ghastly took the ball from Dad without a word, turned back, and tried again. He sank every ball perfectly except for one, and that single failure was an honest mistake. Hopefully.
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"Really?" The man called Skull turned to look out his own window, and all of a sudden, Barney could see where the obvious nickname might have come from. He caught a flash of bone-white skin underneath the hat, and he turned away at once, feeling bad for the curly-haired man's desire to explain what shouldn't have to be explained. "I'd appreciate it if it happened more often, then," Skull said. "Being the smartest one in the group becomes so wearing after a while."
It was strange. 'Skull' didn't really strike Barney as the kind of guy who would want to hide. Maybe not wantonly display his condition, but... not try to cover it up, either. So why was he? Was it part of some carnival contract?
The teenager's grin grew wider. "Nope. Not the sidewalk."
"And Gabe joins us lowly mortals at last," Skull murmured through the scarf. "Sky."
Fletch shook his head. "Guess again!"
~~
Ghastly just couldn't win anywhere.
After a moment's pause - in which he stared at the hat with frustrated puzzlement - Ghastly made his first properly conscious decision since he took the first sip of beer back at the bar. The man's name was 'Dad.' He was an eccentric drinking buddy. Nothing more. Nothing less. He wasn't a man who'd been written and guessed about, fought over since the beginning of time. Because clearly, most - if not all - of those stories and accolades were wrong, and Ghastly didn't particularly feel like getting whapped with the cowboy hat again.
And with that, Ghastly took the ball from Dad without a word, turned back, and tried again. He sank every ball perfectly except for one, and that single failure was an honest mistake. Hopefully.