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[forget-me-not-hurley]

"I think a dress would look adorable on you, personally. Something light and pink and fluffy. It'd suit you really well. Better than my clothes, at least," he commented, picking a loose thread off Maison's shoulder.

"I would if I was provoked enough. I'm not a nice person after all." He crossed his arms and leaned back on the counter and cocked an eye brow. "You don't? You come into my house. Use my shower. Let me dress you in my clothes and eat my food. I think that's a bit trusting...but it's like everyone in the town. I'm kinda used to it by now."

Jack let out a slow sigh. Just listening to this kid made his head hurt. Maison was so obviously in the closet it was like he was pulling you to Narnia with him. Jack clasped his hands together and took a long, slow breath to calm himself. "To try to fit in and be straight. I like men. I like like men. It's cool that you don't, I totally respect that, but like, if people think I'm gay they aren't wrong."

Rain Rain Go Away || Jack & Maison

"Hey! I’m not a cross dresser!" Maison pouted, looking down at himself. Did he really look like that much of a girl to this guy? He crossed his arms. "I’m not gay….. Hmph…" He mumbled, his cheeks a little pink.

Maison shook his head some more, though feeling pretty intimidated by Jack towering over him. “You wouldn’t..” He breathed out shakily. “I don’t trust too quickly..”

Maison stared up at him and blinked. “What?” He shook his head and looked away again. Jack was confusing him more and more by the minute. He rubbed his cheeks, trying to somehow stop them from being red. “I didn’t mean I’m gonna beat you up.. Obviously not.. And you probably won’t get beat up.. but still. You wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea.. And I wouldn’t want people to think I’m gay.. I could easily get beaten up..” He stared at his feet awkwardly for a minute, trying to calm his nerves down once again. He looked up at Jack and tilted his head. “What do you mean? Why would you change what you think and feel?”

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"So you're calling my clothes ugly and boring now? That's really nice of you," he teased, shaking his head. Looking over Maison, Jack scratched at his chin. "Well, if you were a girl I'm sure that'd make things easier. Ever considered a wig? For your case, I mean. I personally don't care if you're gay or not....whatever you like up your ass, I guess."

He took another step forward and glared down at him. "Really? I don't have an issue doing it at all." He stepped back again and put the bag of chips back on the counter. "That you really shouldn't judge people so early. You trust too quickly. You'll get yourself hurt."

"Oh...they aren't? Well then, I've been doing it wrong since day one. Shit." He gave a hint of a smirk as his eyes stayed on the smaller, fumbling man. "Hey cutie. Look at yourself. Then look at me. I'm not gonna get myself beat up. Trust me...and who cares if it's gay? It's not like I can suddenly change what I think and feel."

Rain Rain Go Away || Jack & Maison

"I dunno. Most guys like you think that all guys should dress in ugly man clothes with boring colours because anything feminine is gay. I mean, I’ve gotten myself hurt over it in the past..” Maison scratched the back of his head before shaking the thought. “I don’t get why people care, but they do. It bothers them. I bother them.”

Maisons shook his head and frowned. “No! I bet you’re not. Not all that bad, at least. And maybe you could do that… but.. I don’t think you would!” He let out a short sigh and pursed his lips. “What point are you trying to prove exactly?”

His cheeks remained bright red and warm, completely embarrassed from the minor kiss. He avoided looking back over at Jack. “You’re a guy! Guys aren’t supposed to kiss other guys! You’ll get yourself beat up or something! That’s gay!?” His whole face turned pink. “You wouldn’t wanna.. you know.. give people the wrong idea…”

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"You're not fine now, though. They don't fit you at all. You need something that will fit you better. Hopefully your clothes will dry soon." He let out a sigh and shrugged a bit. "Honestly? I couldn't give two shits what you wear. Doesn't affect me any. Doesn't change who you are so why should I care?"

"See? I'm not nice. I'm mean. I'm cruel. I could pick you up and drop you and snap your neck with one hand." Jack ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I know, but I'm proving a point."

A slow grin crept onto Jack's features. He seemed startled at first, but the redness that replaced it was oh so worth it. It was definitely cute. "What? I can't do that? Why not?" He frowned down at him. "Trying to tell me what to do?" 

Rain Rain Go Away || Jack & Maison

Maison shook his head. “I seem fine to you ‘cause I’m wearing your clothes now. Boy clothes. I usually wear pretty colours like pink and blue and purple. People like you are usually the ones who say mean things. Big and manly and scary men.” He shrugged. “Boys aren’t supposed to wear girl clothes.. but I like girly clothes. They’re pretty.” He blushed a little and frowned. “It sucks a lot.. but whatever, I guess..”

Maison pouted. “Killing cute innocent animals isn’t nice..” He shook his head. “But that doesn’t mean you aren’t nice on the inside!” He stepped back a little, intimidated by Jack’s scowl. “S-Sorry.. I … Wasn’t trying to insult you or anything..”

"You’re the what?" Maison blushed at Jack’s wink. He froze as Jack closed the gap between them, his eyes widening. What was he-..? He stared up at him, Jack tilting his chin up. Maison stood frozen in place as Jack planted a kiss on his cheek. He felt all the blood drain from his face before blushing intensely. He blinked a few times, still staring at Jack before looking away. "Y-You can’t just k-kiss people like that!"

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"That's absolutely disgusting," Jack made a face, shaking his head. He didn't want to know how Toy knew that. Didn't want to know how he found out. Sure, not having a place to live made eating difficult, but Jack just didn't want to enter that little conversation.

"I never said shave. Keep your balls hairy for all I care. Just wash the dirt off of you. Make yourself smell half okay and the people will come swarming. Hell, you look like that and I came to you. That should count for something, yeah?"

Rolling his eyes, Jack shook his head. "Romantic? Yeah right. Not a chance. That whole 'living for another person' thing is bullshit. I'm talking money. Items. Whatever you keep dear to your heart. Something that will motivate you. When you're just content with whatever you're thrown with and you don't try to change anything...you end up in your position. Dirty, greasy and lacking food." It came out harsher than he expected, but it was true. Jack knew that in order to change things the person had to make the effort.

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

Toy shrugged again. “I’ve got a cast-iron stomach. No, stronger than that! My stomach is like the great hammer of Thor, forged in the heart of a dying star!” he cried triumphantly and stuck his gut out. Well, if he had a gut.

"Ha ha," he responded dryly. "Never heard that one before. And wouldn’t… wouldn’t that hurt?" he asked, a horrified expression dawning on his face. "I don’t want to be a porn star! I just want to be somebody’s sugar baby! … And the lake is really cold this time of year."

Toy made an unamused face at Hurley. “You’re not talking about that romantic mushy stuff, are you? That isn’t real. Actually, I don’t feel like anything is real. Sure, I’d be upset for a while if something happened to the harmonica. But I’d get over it and move on. That’s what life is.”

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Jack made a face and shook his head, scrunching up his nose. "It was probably days old and totally rotten...I don't care who you are you'd be sick for a month from that." He did feel bad for the kid, but he felt no matter what there were always other options. It would be hard, but being stuck in that rut? Not a chance. He couldn't feel too sorry for him. "You'd make a sexy toy-pun intended." Another smile flickered over his expression. "Trust me. You'd have sex with ten guys at once if the price was right."

"It's what I do. People only think in their own little box. They need an outside force to guide them in rough times. Doesn't matter when or what's happening. It never hurts to get a new idea...and hey, it'll totally save you. You're outgoing enough. You just need to scrub yourself for a few hours in the lake and yeah. You'll be golden."

"Well even then, you wouldn't want to give up your harmonica. If it means enough to you, you'd be upset it was missing or stolen. Eventually you'll find that one thing that you won't ever give up no matter what. you've just got to figure that out and you'll have your life in order."

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"I didn’t roll in garbage," he said indignantly. "I just… happened to dig through it. You’d be surprised what people throw away. One time, I found almost a whole pizza! Still in the box and everything!" Toy smiled wide, but it settled back down into a somewhat bashful expression. "That’s nice of you to say, but I draw the line at lolita dresses. I could live with French Maid, I guess. Or even Sex Kitten. Myau~" He playfully growled and made a pawing motion. "And money… oh, money could make it soooo worth it."

The former clown started juggling again, feeling bored with just walking and talking. Though since he was carrying his unicycle, he just juggled with one hand instead of two. “People need to hear real options. Like, I never thought about finding a sugar mama or daddy until you brought it up. Didn’t think it was even on the table. You may have just saved my life, Hurley-Bird.”

"Thing is, I don’t really love anything so much that I can’t leave it or give it up. The only thing that would come close is my Gramps’ harmonica." He patted the pocket over his chest where it sat. "Everything else I can be just fine with passing on by."

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"Why? It's not like they'll eat you or anything. That's against the law and it's kind of disgusting in all honesty." He examined Maison, the light going over him. "Why would they hate the way you dress? You seem fine to me." The look Maison gave him cause Jack to immediately avert his eyes and focus on the mostly finished bag of chips. "I'm mean. I kill cute innocent animals for a living. I eat them too. I can't be all good," he grunted, putting on his best scowl and looking back at Maison. He obviously wasn't very impressed.

"All you could think of? I do that on a daily basis. Besides choking. I'm the choker," he gave him a little wink. "Me? Boring? Far from it. I'll prove it quite easily." Smoothly, Jack closed the gap between them and tilted Maison's head up. He placed a very light kiss on his cheek before releasing him and stepping back. "And now we watch your face get as red as a string of Christmas lights and that's extremely fun," he gave a low, quiet laugh, thinking nothing of the minor kiss.

Rain Rain Go Away || Jack & Maison

"Uh.. I’m usually too shy to talk to people much. It’s kinda dumb I guess. And some people don’t like me ‘cause of how I look and dress and stuff.. That’s kinda dumb but.. whatever." He shrugged and smiled slightly. Maison clasped his hands behind his back and stood on the tips of his toes in attempt to get to Jack’s eye level, but he was still much taller. He unintentionally gave him one of his most adorable looks, smiling up at him. "I don’t think you’re all that mean!~ You’ve been really nice to me all night, other than when you picked on me a few times." He shook his head. "I think you’re secretly a super nice guy on the inside!"

Maison’s cheeks turned pink once again. “Hey, being embarrassed isn’t cute, it’s embarrassing!”

Maison coughed a few more times before slowly standing up straight again. He wiped the few tears that formed in his eyes from choking. He smiled a little as he watched Jack laugh. “Well.. That’s all I could think of, okay?!” He smiled and shook his head. “Alright then mister big shot. What would you consider to be adventurous? Maybe you’re the boring one!”

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"It's not scruffy when you're dirty and disgusting," he said flatly. "You've gotta at least wash and trim yourself just enough that you don't look like you've rolled in garbage-even if you have." Jack cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head up a little bit. "I think that'd look cute on you. Besides, if you're making thousands in a single month who cares what you wear? You might grow to like it."

"I don't give advice. I give options. Realistic options. You do x or y, or you don't and you keep screwing yourself over. It's simple really. I've tried telling that to one or two people...they don't really appreciate it," he gave a sarcastic little laugh, "so I figure it's better to keep my mouth shut."

"Obviously you do care about stuff, though. You care about yourself and you care about living. That's the first priority, in my opinion. You've gotta do what's best for yourself...and if you're not really willing to give up what you love then you'll find some way to live. It'll either fall into place or you'll get too tired of this and search and destroy something else."

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"But I don’t wanna clean up," he whined. "I like my scruffy charm. I’m like the Tramp. Or the Artful Dodger. Something like that." Toy scratched at his neck and frowned. "That’s true. Still not sure if I wanna be somebody’s boy toy. They might want me to wear collars or little uniforms or something. But… never having to work again…? Woooowwww."

Stars gleamed in Toy’s eyes. That almost sounded too good to be true. “I don’t know about that Hurley-Bird. I mean, you give some pretty good advice. These people might need to have a kick in the pants to get their lives in order or something like that. You’re giving me all of these good ideas, and your freaky townspeople could use it!”

"See? It ain’t about caring so much. But to tell you the truth, I don’t care much in general. It’s a bit of a problem. It’s kept me alive, though," he said with a somewhat sad smile.

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"If you cleaned up a bit, sure. I'm sure some person would love to have someone like you as a companion...or more. whatever floats your boat. I know I would," he shrugged. "Hey, they aren't all women who go after the money, trust me. it's a smaller crowd, but it's still there. Just wash your hair and groom it and I'm sure you'd be fine. Get someone with money. Have them fall for you and you're set for life."

Jack shook his head, letting out another sigh. This guy was...definitely something else. "I can definitely see that you're the last person some chick would want to bring home to their parents...but therapist? Me? Not a chance. I don't have the patience. I'd end up making a jab at how stupid they were or something and offend them."

"You don't care enough about it, then. Not always a bad thing. I'm sure you've got your priorities." He stretched his neck ,causing it to crack as he thought. "Yeah...truth be told if this place went under I'd be up and gone without a second thought. Basic survival, you know?" 

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"Sugar Daddy? Sugar Mama? Do you think I’m cute enough to be somebody’s trophy husband?" he asked, making a pouty/cute duck face that really just looked ridiculous. "I don’t wanna have to cut my hair for it though. Or get plastic surgery. I’d look terrible with boobs!" Toy frowned and patted at his chest.

"Who are you kidding, Hurley-Bird? I am the wrong crowd. In the immortal words of Jimmy Buffet, ‘We are the people our parents warned us about~’! Hey. Hey. Just as an idea. What if you actually became the town’s therapist? Don’t they make a crap ton of money? Dude! Duuuuuude! You could get rich by having all of those losers pay you to whine about their lives!”

He made a face and spat off to the side. “Too much effort, bro. The Valley has probably been flattened by now, and no amount of effort is going to put it back the way it was. Nope. No it’s not.”

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Jack let out a low whistle, nodding with appreciation. "Well, you'd be surprised what they could actually do," he commented. "Definitely tempting though, even I have to admit. If you jumped in a river to get at least some dirt off you I'm sure you could get a sugar daddy-or mama-pretty quick. You'd be set for life."

"Because that's gonna get you punched or attract the wrong crowd," he sighed. "There's filters most people have. You obviously lack that...and it's going to get you in trouble at one point or another." He scoffed a bit, shaking his head. "They cough up knowledge without me having to say anything. I feel like a therapist some days to be honest."

He shrugged, waving it off. "Well obviously not. It's a huge company and you're...not high standing..,but truth be told, if it meant enough to you...well, you'd try as hard as you could to get it back." He said it like it was simple math.

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"Flexible? Hell yeah! Wanna see?" Toy exclaimed excitedly. He dismounted from his unicycle and slid his giant bag off of his back. "Check this out!" He leaned back into a perfect back bend, but transferred his weight to his hands and lifted his feet off the ground. Toy looked up at Hurley with a cheeky grin and touched the top of his head with his toes.

"Bet your pretty club boys can’t do this, huh?" he sassed, slipping his feet forward and popping back upright in an exact mirror of the backbend he did before. "And why would I wanna stop? There’s too much to say. My head’s so full, and my mouth has a hard time keeping up. And I’ll leave that to you, buddy. I don’t care to know that much about these weirdos."

Toy shrugged, picking his things up again and carrying his unicycle in one hand. “They gave us this shitty depreciated value. The whole town got freaking screwed by the appraisal. And how would I sue? I don’t have any money or influence to get a lawyer. Bah. Too much effort now. Everybody who was there before moved on. Nobody would give a flying crap about some homeless guy trying to take on Funland.”

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"Why would I get the wrong idea? Maybe you mind is somewhere else, hmm?" he asked. "Though why you don't have friends is beyond me. Maybe you need to get out more...and stop trying to befriend an asshole like me."

"It can mean whatever you'd like it to mean, Maison," he shrugged. "You get embarrassed easily. Not a sign on confidence...but it does make you more cute, even I have to admit that." He seemed to struggle a lot and Jack adored it. 

What exactly was he-huh? Jack watched with curiosity as he shoved a bunch of chips and started to chew. His sour expression slowly turned to a smile and then a grin. Soon Jack was actually laughing. He placed a hand on the counter to steady himself. "You're...You're ki-kidding right?!" he said before bits of laughter. Oh jeez, if that was adventurous...oh goddess, he didn't even know.

Rain Rain Go Away || Jack & Maison

"Nothing more, obviously! I just.. uh.. Didn’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything.." Maison puffed out his cheeks, trying to somehow hide how red his face was. "We should be friends though. I don’t really have any friends!"

The redness on Maison’s face remained just as bright and noticeable as Jack gave him a once over. “Wh-What’s that supposed to mean?!” He let out a breath of air. Calm down, he’s just messing with you. He shook his head and smiled a little. “Yeah, I’ll try that!”

Maison thought hard for a moment, looking around the room in hope of coming up with some sort of adventurous idea. “Uhhhh…” He watched Jack for a moment then looked at the bag of chips. He quickly reached his hand into the bag and pulled out a large handful of chips, then shoved them all into his mouth. He started chewing, but his mouth was so full it was a bit of a challenge. He swallowed and coughed and choked for a moment, doubling over as he tried to catch his breath. “S-See? Not boring.” Maison said through gasps of air.

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The slightest smile came to the corner of Jack's lip as he shook his head. "My type is male in general. I dunno, whatever fits my mood at the minute...those guys can do amazing things with their hips. What about you? You worked in the circus. Any flexible?"

"Maybe. I'll add it to the list I've got going." Running a hand through his thick hair, Jack shook his head. "Jeez, you don't stop, do you? Well, that'd get pretty awkward pretty fast I'm sure. It wouldn't surprise me, to be honest. I bet if you asked around you'd find more than one embarrassing story. You could make a book out of it and get a laugh when you're feeling down."

"That doesn't surprise me," he commented, crossing his arms. "Huh. Took away your land? I'd be pretty pissed. Did you at least get compensation for that? If they took away your home and caused you do look like...well, this, there's definitely something you could do about that. Sue or something. Emotional pain and suffering. If it's a big enough company you could get millions in theory."

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"Is that your type then?" Toy asked, "Pretty blonde things that wax their chests and dance better than everyone else in the room? Thanks for the compliment though. I’ll have to test it out and see how I look in fuchsia."

"You should read it, bro. It’s so great. And wouldn’t that get awkward? I mean, what if somebody just comes in while you’re gettin’ freaky with your boo? They know you’re home, and the doors are always unlocked, so whose to say that Neighbor So-in-so won’t show up to borrow a cup of sugar and catches you cooking naked?" He slapped his forehead, realizing that he had done it again and explained, "Wonderful. Zamechatel’no is how you say ‘Wonderful’ in Russian.”

The former clown grinned at that. “Piece of work, huh? That’s what my mom used to call me. ‘Jacky-Boy,’ she’d say, ‘You’re a real piece of work.’ And I tried to do the whole normal job thing. Wasn’t there for an hour before I got so bored and cooped up that I thought I was gonna scream. Tried farming for a while too. That worked ok, ‘cept this company came in and bought the whole damn town.”

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Scratching his chin, Jack gave the homeless man a look over. He seemed completely serious as he slowly nodded. "Honestly? I think so. A deeper pink though, not like those tiny guys with the bright blonde hair-as cute as they are." 

"Haven't read it, but I know what you mean. Some knock before just walking in, but yeah, everyone walks in if they're home. Only time it's locked is if they're not home...though not when they're sleeping. Weird, right?" He gave Toy a look and shook his head, "again, you're saying stuff I have no clue of."

"Right. Well, that's...something. You're a real piece of work. Not bad to know a bunch of languages. I think I get what you're saying," he nodded. "If you ever applied for a regular job it'd definitely be an asset. You know if you knew even basic skills you could make a decent living. Considered it?"

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"Buddy, I thought I was done with feather boas when I left the circus. Don’t have any particular need to go back. Pink’s ok though. What do you think, Hurley-Bird? Would it go with my skin tone?" he asked, tilting his head and grinning.

Toy made a face that landed somewhere between disgust, horror, and confusion. “How do these people not die? That’s ridiculous. Wouldn’t it work just as well to, I dunno, knock?! The town sounds like some freaking utopia that strangers come to and are eaten alive by the villagers after sundown. Or like Mars is Heaven. Ever read the Martian Chronicles? Bradbury is zamechatel’no.”

"Hmm?" he looked confused for a moment, then understanding dawned. "Ohhhhh. Katalavaínete. It’s, ah, a phrase in Greek. Asking if you understood. Like capisci, only not Italian. I, um, I never grew up speaking just one language. So I think in a weird blend of English, Greek, Italian, Russian, and Mandarin. Sometimes I forget that not everybody always knows what I’m sayin’. Know what I’m sayin’?”

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"Hey. Those places aren't exactly classy. They work on stereotypes. You should see the bottoms. It's absolutely hilarious. Glitter and pink and feathers everywhere. It's a great place for a laugh." 

"They built it up on trusting one another. Most don't lock their doors at night, it's just common courtesy not to go in. It's so if something happens they can get to each other quickly, but it's horrible in idea...somehow works in practice and I could not tell  you why. It's one of the safest and nicest places to be...gives me the creeps some days," Jack admitted. 

"It still has the knowledge to survive. To get to the warmth and shelter and do what it can to stay alive. It's no different than humans. You've probably adapted countless ways to live off of...well, the clothes and items on your back when days get rough. What do you do in the winter?" he asked.

His frown deepened at the last word. "Kata...what?"

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"Gold? Wouldn’t gold be too, uh ránshāo? Tacky? Ugghh.” He shuddered. “My sister would hang be by my underwear on the trapeze if she ever found out that I wore a golden thong. I could pass for green though.”

He tilted his head and crossed his arms in question. “But why, though? You’d think that they’d be suspicious of outsiders. In most towns my circus passed through, we were looked down on as tramps and thieves. Not saying that I didn’t tramp my way around, of course. Small town teenagers with repressed needs tend to jump on the out of town strange.”

"People are not quite like animals, try as we might. We can fool around and pretend like we don’t know better, but it’s only pretend at the end of the day." Toy smiled a little wistfully. "A leopard in a snow storm is still a leopard. And it cannot become a bear simply because it would be easier. Katalavaínete?”

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A ghost of a smile came to his lips as Jack looked over the man on the unicycle once more. He was almost tempted to laugh, but it was still a very sad thought. More of a turn-off than anything. "Purple's not really your colour. Go with green or gold. Gold's the most likely to get you something. Only the best of the best wear them apparently."

"You're telling me. I could have hanged myself from the kindness when I first got here. It's a tempting offer-even for the best of us, trust me. You could steal from their house and they would apologize." Jack leaned back and cocked an eyebrow. "I wasn't going to say that. My soul isn't a good as it should be anyway."

"I guess. But don't animals adapt to their environment to survive? Wouldn't that help a little bit more than being so...outgoing?" That was the nicest way to put it, and Jack felt obliged not to kick the kid when he was down. 

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"Hmm. Do you think I would be able to make more money if I borrowed one of those shiny thongs of yours? Maybe a sequined purple one with the letters Q-T on them? Of course, I’ll bathe before wearing it. And probably wash it before I give it back. Maybe. Would I look good in one? What do you think, xénos?”

Toy hummed for a moment and thought. “Strange folks around here. Why are people in these small towns generally so nice? If I were a nasty man, I’d be sorely tempted to take advantage of that. And before you say, Hurley-Bird, my soul is not nearly as nasty as my body.”

He shrugged. “I won’t pretend to be what I am not. You don’t ask a leopard to give up its spots, nor a bird to give up its wings. You shouldn’t ask a clown to give up his unicycle. There’s more where they came from.”

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"Oh I have tons of them under my bed," he shrugged, "none of them mine. Not my style. I prefer it on other guys. Not me." He shrugged, not thinking much more on the topic.

"You really do. You smell. You need a shower...probably four or five...a facial trim and maybe a haircut. At least brush it or something." He tapped his fingers off of his arm. "You could make a living just asking. The people here are...surprisingly generous. They're let you in their house no questions asked. I think it's ridiculous. Someone's going to get robbed, but I hear they've built this place on trust." He shook his head. "You'll get less if you're annoying them. You're...eccentric. It's not always a good thing."

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

"Huh." Toy thought for a moment. "You seem to know an awful lot about what dudes in gay bars look like. At least more than I do. Somethin’ you feel the need to share, signore? You wouldn’t happen to have a glittery thong of your own?”

The ex-clown laughed and caught the balls he had been juggling. “Ah, you know I don’t mean anything by it. But do you think so? Do I look so pathetic?” He tilted his head and lifted his arm for a sniff. Ok, so maybe he was pretty ripe. “I see your point. But I’d at least like to earn some of my own keep. Let the brodyaga keep a little of his pride.”

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"Oh gods, please don't," Jack sighed, shaking his head. "He belongs at one of those fancy gay bars in a pair of tight little underwear when he sparkles. He's a stalker...so maybe that's how you'll get a girl? I don't know, I don't care." He shrugged, shaking his head a bit. It was almost like he had a million cups of coffee in his system at all times. It was weird.

"Well that makes sense. this town's a good place for practice...but not for profit. Trust me." He rolled his shoulders, looking him over. He stank and looked like he was living in a trash can. "Well you could probably just sit on a street corner and ask for change and get a lot more than actually attempting to make a living. Just say you need money to shower and clean yourself. It'd work like a charm."

Nice To Meat You || Jack & Toy

Toy shrugged, jostling the heavy pack of stuff on his back. It was actually a minor miracle that he could ride a unicycle while carrying all of his worldly possessions.

"I dunno man. It worked for that guy from Twilight. Maybe girls are starting to like the whole, greasy, unwashed thing. So I’ve got it goin’ on. Like Stacey’s mom. ~Stacy’s mom has got it goin’ on~"

He whistled the rest of the tune happily, still juggling. “Nice to meet you, Hurley. Whirly. Whirlybird.” Toy whistled two birdlike notes and laughed. “And kinda. I’m a performer. And I’ll take whatever kind of coin I can get from making people laugh.”

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"You like me...?" A teasing smirk played on Jack's lips as he watched Maison struggle for words. It was so much fun to watch. "Just as friends? Yeah, that's what I thought. What was on your mind? Something more, maybe?" he asked. 

"Nervous is totally okay. You're much more than okay. Trust me," he assured. "You're much more than okay. Don't worry about that." Jack gave him one good look over and nodded. "Yeah. Just keep your head up and it makes you a million times more attractive. It's just a fact."

He leaned back and shoved a few more chips in his mouth, thinking. "I dunno," he mumbled with a mouthful before he swallowed. "Think of something creative. Something I would never expect from someone as small as you."

Rain Rain Go Away || Jack & Maison

Maison’s cheeks turned pink again. Even though Jack was just kidding, it was still pretty embarrassing. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was a pretty good looking guy. “I- I dunno! I just care I guess. Probably because I like you!” He smiled for a minute before his face turned into an embarrassed expression again. “Like you like uh.. not like like… You know what I mean. Like uh.. we could be friends! That’s what I mean! I’d like to be your friend!” He clenched his fists a little. Why was he always so good at making a fool of himself?

Maison smiled again and let out a bit of a giggle. “Nervous is okay? I’m okay?” He looked down at himself and smiled a little. “You think so? I try to be confident but it’s really really hard sometimes.” He shrugged.

"Uh…. I.. um..  How?" Maison scratched his head. He wanted to show that he wasn’t boring, but he wasn’t sure how to prove it to Jack.