#clyde.

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?"

he notices him across the room and finds himself drawn in. he doesn’t know what it is about him that intrigues him exactly, maybe it is simply how attractive he is, but there’s something more than that ( something he can’t quite put his finger on ), he’s sure of it.  he stares at him for probably just a bit too long, noticing every little thing, before he finally wanders up to him, gestures to the half empty drink in the other’s hand. ”you want another one of those? i’m buying.” a pause, a charming smile. “sorry for staring -- i just haven’t seen a boy as pretty as you in a long time.”

buff as a teen, softer as an adult

token & craig are his best friends, but he’s also very close with jimmy

thinks deeply about things and can be very articulate

likes ice cream; his favorite flavor is neapolitan

plays sportsball and uses it as a form of escapism

has trouble processing his emotions and struggles

doesn’t actually like confiding in others and is more likely to joke about his problems fatalistically

just don’t talk to him too much about his mom, ok?