all eyes on me, c

As a kleptomaniac and a thief in general, Clyde had developed a quicker reflex and sharper alert than many his age. And 99% of the time, he was able to get away without a scratch.

Today was probably going to be chalked off with the rest of the 1%.

He had been squeezing through the crowd rather quickly the moment a voice called out to him, but the wave of people that were heading the opposite direction only slowed down his escape. Soon, a firm hand was planted on his shoulder. Clyde blinked when he felt himself being forcefully turned around.

He stared into the pair of crimson-tinted eyes that were a complete contrast to the blue hues of his own orbs. The white-haired lad shouted, and Clyde... well, he only took on a somewhat baffled look as he readjusted his breathing pace. "You must be gravely-" he began, then emphasized, "-gravely, mistaken."

Eyes blinked a few more times, and Clyde's head tilted, one hand gesturing from his top to his abdomen area, "This gorgeous piece of shit right here can't be seen just anywhere. You realize that, right? And can y'be just a tad more precise? At what moment exactly did I 'ruin' your show, hun? Did y'mess anything up? Was there an outcry of 'I came here for this!?'" he blinked again after the small shown of overdrama through his voice, one corner of his mouth curled upward, "Really cool tricks, by the way, I was watchin' you just as much as you were watchin' me; comes in handy in bed, huh? Aha, bet y'hear that one a lot."

Smirking, Clyde only made a grab for the whitelette's hand that was once again intruding into his personal space. As they were stationed near the side, nobody seemed to be paying much of an attention to what was going on... but it's not as if it'd bother the Barrow even if they did; 'the more the merrier,' like they'd say. "I do need to make a living, too, though. Y'have your method, and I have mine. Oh, isn't the world now a much more balanced place? So hands t'yourself, ok, elastic boy? Or is this gonna test your self control?" he beamed, shoulders shrugging as his eyes wandered away.

"I'm such a motherfucking bastard, I know... but keep an eye on yours, 'cause I totally would."

LAIKA OF GS!

Clyde blinked, head tilted to the right as his mouth pursed, "Wow, hold it," he snorted a chuckle, as though not exactly comprehending the words delivered to him, "Since when did I 'flatter' you? I mean, did you feel flattered? It's alright to admit it, but if you didn't, as you've been trying so hard to let me know... then it wasn't 'flattery,' was it?"

Eyebrows lifted, he glanced to two men that had briefly glanced his way and smiled. One finger pointed to the side of his own head then gestured to the whitelette as his eyes gave a quick roll. "Excuse us, gents." he said before directing his attention back to the circus performer.

"Will you? Well, I have always wanted to meet the big boss," he blinked again. Hands clapped together, Clyde took notice of the sudden close proximity between them. His lips pouted and gave some sort of mocking kiss, "Hey, hey, hands to yourself, young man, let's try and keep the PDA to a minimum instead of shoving our testosterones down each other's throat, huh?" As if that was really a big concern to anybody - well, anybody that mattered... which was practically no one but Clyde himself.

"But why don't you do that? Show me the way to your little monkey master, and we'll see what punishment he can pull outta his ass, huh? A whip to the back? A trip to the lion's cage? Or maybe he'd call the cops?" Clyde shrugged, "Ain't nobody can possibly find that threatenin', sweet cheeks."

LAIKA OF GS!

Blue eyes blinked back at the contrasting reds, and Clyde suddenly placed a hand on his heart while his other palm lifted to the whitelette, "Hold on, hold on, gimme one second..." he frowned, turning away slightly for a moment before he looked back to the other male again. His expression was dull by this point, even despite the jabs that had replaced his own palm, "Nope. I thought I did, but, guess I really can't give two flying shits about how a monkey tamer climbed up his throne."

He blinked again, a sense of mock seriousness on his face when he felt his wrist being grabbed, "Shit, aren't we moving a bit too fast? Not the kind of commitment I had in mind when I came here today, I can tell y'that much." he said, all the while being tugged forward and led to... well, of course he knew where he was being led to. But wasn't this guy acting a little too tamed for someone who was trying to show some form of aggressiveness?

"Don't dare to touch anywhere else, huh?" Clyde grinned, one eyebrow arching as he continued to allow himself to be pulled - like a dog on a leash.

Upon arrival, the eighteen year old began to swing their connection back and forth, as though they were lovers holding hands and having a good time, "Who's there?" he playfully asked after the series of knocking. However, the man who was supposed to do the actual answering didn't seem very keen on answering. "Welp, guess he ditched you guys and fled overnight."

His shoulders shrugged, and he looked bored for a moment as the whitelette went on to open the door. By this time, Clyde had grabbed hold of his wrist as well - an eye for an eye, right? Or... something like that. The room brightened, and Clyde blinked at the empty space, "Wow," he let out a whistle through his teeth, "If I didn't know better, I totally would've thought that you brought me here wanting to-"

A pause, and he looked to the circus monkey boy with widened eyes.

"You're not thinkin' of..." he stared, seemingly amazed with an idea that had just popped into his head, "I get that you monkeys like to pretend that you're human, but y'can't just go around bringing people into empty rooms 'cause you're in heat." said Clyde, tone almost a little too matter of factly as he let out a sigh.

"I totally could go the prostitution route if I really wanna. The money's already in the pocket, anyway," he said, but then lazily blinked to the whitelette, "And that's a figure of speech, by the way, 'cause it's actually next to my crotch." he blinked again, and suddenly grinned, "Wanna touch?"

A hand came out of nowhere and Clyde quickly felt his face being forced to one side as he was struck. His eyes blinked. The pain settled in, and his tongue poked out to lick the corner of his mouth. He was being yelled at, but, it didn't exactly bother the eighteen year old. He was used to it, anyway.

"Your 'family.'" he repeated, eyebrows lifted as his vision slid back to the whitelette. He scoffed, his gaze rolling upward, "Whatever y'say, sweets." his shoulders rolled, shrugging in unison in a lazy fashion. "But what do y'want me to take back, really? The monkey bit? The in heat bit? Or are you just taking your embarrassment out on someone who happens to have a personality y'hate? Is it my fault that you're in a circus with a make-believe 'family?'"

His hand of the opposite side lifted and rubbed at his cheek for a moment. "Didn't seem that upset when I called your tamer guy a monkey, did you? Got the hots for someone else in the 'family,' don't you? Ahh. I get ya. Have the same problem myself." one corner of his mouth curled upward, and he slid a hand backward.

The wallet he had stole earlier came into view, and he was about to flick it over to the other male before his hand pulled back again. "Wait. Nope. Lemme do this the overdramatic way to suit your needs." said Clyde, looking down and opening the wallet. He took out the cash inside, and tossed it in the performer's face in a mocking manner. Then, he pocketed the wallet again, where credit cards and other things of value were still available to himself. "Keep the change." he grinned.

Blue eyes rolled, and he turned around to depart, "I'd say 'see you later,' but, since that's not what either of us would want... let's put aside all our manners, huh?" as if he had any to speak of in the first place. "Well, best luck to your incest problem, pal."

The blonde paused, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth as the whitelette blocked his path. "Can't I? Where's the communist that says I'm not allow- oh wait, he's standing right in front of me. Well, what d'y'know!" his eyes gave a few blinks as he felt his collar getting tugged on. Then, his entire body was further pulled closer to the other youth.

"Fuck's sake," blue eyes rolled upward to the ceiling and he made no move to free himself, "But m'kay, 'f it's not that, then what is it that y'want an apology for? How did I 'insult' your li'l make-believe family? Hm?" he sighed, suddenly feeling a little tired, and definitely bored of the whole fiasco already.

Eyes rolling back to his current oppressor, Clyde lifted a hand to his shirt and wrapped his fingers around the whitelette's so as to pry off his grip, "'Sorry,'" he said half-heartedly, one corner of his mouth making an upward curling motion, "Despite whatever lack of explanation you're able to give. Although you might wanna consider apologizing, too, for wastin' my time - was expecting to go on a trip to the cops' place, but y'totally let me down, soldier~ think it over and write me a report."

Shoulders shrugged, and that same hand that was holding onto the circus performer's went to the boy's cheek and pinched, "Then mail it to Clyde Barrow of the West, a'ight, gorgeous?" said the blonde, a grin on his face even despite the situation.

He blinked, a mocking look of bafflement on his face as the whitelette spoke, "Because it's how I am?" he snorted a laugh. No wonder this guy was a circus performer, if he couldn't even grasp something as simple as that.

"Dear lord, so I have to be spiteful in order to say the shit I say? I have to be someone without a family?" as the circus boy laughed, so did Clyde, "Watched one too many soaps, did you?" his tongue licked at his bottom lip as his gaze slid leftward, "Well, say whatever y'want, if it makes you feel better to try and provoke me. But FYI, don't attempt to play the psychic game again. Rather, save that effort for your monkey tricks so you can earn a few bucks to give yourself some sorta education in the future - believe me, y'need it with an intelligence level like that."

Amused, Clyde wiped at the corner of his mouth with the thumb that was just pinching the boy's cheek. Shrugging his shoulders, he proceeded on walking pass him to take his leave, "Y'got the money, y'insulted me after I insulted you... thank god we're never seein' each other ever again, huh?" he chuckled, "Unless you're looking to stalk me, I guess, but let's save that shit for a pretty chick, shall we?"

And he should probably also keep in mind that 90% of the circus audiences were almost as piss poor as his own family.

Blue eyes stared at the whitelette and the blonde almost seemed taken aback. His upper lip flared into a twitch and his right brow pushed leftward in shock, "Anyone ever told you that you're way too sensitive? No? Well, I just did, 'cause for fuck's sake, it was just sarcasm - y'follow?" Who really cared what anyone else had to say, anyway? Clyde himself was certainly rarely ever offended by the stuff his peers had to vomit out. But then again, not everybody was him. Not everybody was as thick-skinned as he.

"Oh boy, now he's pouting," the Barrow stated his observation aloud with a laugh, one index finger gesturing to the other boy's face as though to further emphasize his point, "And doing this is just askin' to be smacked, isn't it? This whole blocking a door with your own body shit? Isn't it a li'l too suggestive in the first place? Like we're a couple on the verge of breaking up and you're all, 'no no no,' and I'm all, 'oh my god just shove aside?'"

His gaze rolled away and he let out a huff that could be doubled as a sigh, "Ah huh. Shouldn't've told you, 'cause now you're gonna go around daydreaming about me or whatever. I get that I'm a real catch, but y'can't just lock any good-looking guy in a dungeon. Get what I'm sayin'?" eyes returning to the whitelette, Clyde's lowered hand relifted. Tips of his fingers stretched to the other male's mouth in order to pinch his pouting lips, "Honk." he said flatly as he pursed up his own lips mockingly, batting his eyes together as he further spoke, "I 'lready gave my apology, so what else d'you want from me? Want me to kneel and lick you? Y'into that kinda play, sugar?"