Working a Smiling Man Horrorfest request to finish up for tomorrow, and rereading bits of Empty Smiles at the same time, and
I just--
I just want him to wink at me before doing something terrible. and to make thinly veiled jokes to my oblivious self, jokes that I don’t understand but which have the implications of some bad-end for me afterwards that cracks him up. And for his laughter to be rich and beautiful and terrifying.
this bit from Empty Smiles
She searched again, but she didn’t find anything. No clues. Just people who couldn’t see her, the rides, the games, and sometimes the smiling man. Sometimes, during the day, he’d talk to her. Or she’d see him talking to people in the crowd. When she crept close enough to hear, he was always being charming. Joking. Laughing. She wondered if anyone but her saw through his jokes, or was afraid of his laughter.
I sigh, I swoon, etc.
