Can't Out-Slick Me

laughs maniacally in the distance,,,

         ❝ You’re even frecklier than I am. ❞

–[☢]– “ Trust me, our mama doesn’t get hurt. She’s tough as nails. Kinda like you ‘er.”      Junior skritched at the back of his neck with his     free arm, face tinting the same hue as his tattoo     as he watched April trace her finger around its scales.     He tried to will away to goosebumps that were forming,     but it was no use. Dang it.     Hopefully she didn’t notice.     Trying to play it off, he just snickered at the girl’s     next comment. “ Yeah, 'nother reason why sleeves ain’t so bad. Not so easy intimidatin’ those try’na mess with us when you look like you got splattered with motoroil. Ain’t so bad though. ‘Cept I think they look better ‘n you-- ‘specially ’cause that whole mane you got. “     Her hair was orange, like a lion’s mane. That title suited     her, he figured. 

is there a reason you cover it up?

--[☢]--     He just flexes again, giving a small shrug. “ ‘Cause Mama ain’t too big a’ fan a’ tattoos. BC-- one a’ my bros-- he’s got one but he already got a lickin’ fer it. Not so bad though, ‘cause it’s just a heart with ‘mama’ written it in. She s’posed it was kinda sweet. After she smacked ‘im a few times, anyway. But a glow-in-th’-dark dragon ain’t too much her style. ‘Less it’s on teacups n’ stuff. If she knew about it, she’d whoop me ‘til I was wishin’ I was in Deluxe. Nooo way. That ain’t my style. Still wanted it, though. So I just gotta wear sleeves. Ain’t too big of a deal or nothin’. ‘Least when she ain’t around. “

yeah. rad.

.... somethin’ wrong? i mean it ain’t s’posed t’ dance well or nothin’. s’more of a joke.

cool right?

                          “Are–Are you alright, Mister? That looked                          like it HURT.” Really, really, really hurt.

--{☢}--     He wiped a bit of blood off his mouth, staring     at the very small, very blue girl. He’d been     hit in the mouth before-- at this point Junior was     more annoyed by it than anything. “ That ain’t nothin’. Felt worse. What’re you doin’ playin’ around here anyway? Yer like... smaller n’ me.” Aka: too small to be in unsafe places. 

this is what happens when u wonder what would happen if the two smollest, angriest children of Motorcity met.