Donny gestured to his trailer. “You just gave me crap about how clean I am and now you’re going to ask me if I clean?”
The boy shook his head with a laugh. “And you better sleep more, Mre. Insomnia? I understand— so you take sleep where you get it.”
The boy took up whistling as he began to clean his plate in the diminutive sink. The ivory paint was chipping but other than that it was spotless. He slipped his plate into its corresponding cabinet, finishing off the last of his tea as well. He began to clear the others’ dishes, making sure they were finished.
"I am not just speaking to you, dragon." Oleg stood quickly, almost hitting his head on the ceiling of the trailer. "Ack! Oh- do you want help with anything? Dishes or other?"
The boy let out a silent giggle of sorts. “No, no, it’s quite alright. Thank you for your offer, though, Wolfie. Go ahead and go finish up your packing. I’ll let Mre here sleep while I hook up outside.”
Donny finished up the last of the dishes, beginning to wipe down the counter. He finished soon enough, slipping past the man in the doorway, winking as he passed. He made his way to the front of the trailer, starting to check its condition. His trailer had been acting up recently, so he decided to pull out his board and tools, slipping under the vehicle and working with the wheels.
Oleg stepped out of the trailer, hopping the handrail.
“Oh- Donny. Can I ask a question?” He tipped his head, trying to think up how to phrase it.
“Sure can, Wolfie. What’s on your mind?” Don replied from beneath the trailer, grease already beginning to stain his hands.
“Why do you keep winking at me? And flirting? Are you flirting?” Oleg crossed his arms tight against his chest as he spoke. “I don’t understand it.”
A clear laugh was audible from under the vehicle.
Don rolled out, raising an eyebrow with a smile.
“It’s been two years I thought you would have been used to that by now. Clearly not, I suppose. I’m just a natural flirty person, I guess.”
The boy shrugged. “‘s in my nature.”
“I just noticed.” Oleg shrugged. “But I understand.” He kicked at the dry earth, stretching his arms over his head. “Was just a question.”
“Uhuh, ok,” Donny said, sliding back beneath. He emerged moments later, grease coating the tips of his fingers and smeared slightly on his face.
“That should do it, hopefully,” he said with a yawn. He wiped his hands on his shirt, black smudges following.
Oleg had walked off, back into his trailer. He could be heard singing from inside in Russian- not well, mind you, but he was definitely having fun. At least his singing voice matched his werewolf act.
The boy began whistling Oleg’s tune softly, making sure not to disturb his jaunty singing while still adding to the melody. He picked up his tools and roller, packing it up inside his trailer.
He popped back outside, still singing, with a half-full bag of garbage- something he promptly took to the large bin outside before going back in.
“Oooooollleeeeeeg!” Donny called, clearly elongating the name for his own dramatic benefit. He had pulled himself up to his roof, sitting cross legged with his chin in his hands. “Wooolllfffiiieeee!”
Oleg's head snapped up to Donny on the roof. "Eh? What do you want?" He dusted his hands off on his pant legs. "Why are you up there?"
“Why not, kill-joy?” he said with a chuckle. “I’m bored. Wanna explore? I promise we’ll be back before the caravan leaves.”
"Kill-joy… ha. Sure, we can go." Oleg crossed his arms, kicking at a crushed beer can on the ground. "Where to, dragon?"
“I dunno,” the boy stated bluntly, swiftly jumping down from the roof. “Any ideas are welcome. For now my plan is just— walk.”
"Ah.. alright. That sounds okay." Oleg nodded, swiveling his head to glance around the fairgrounds. "Which way? Only two have a road attached.. Three ways are surrounded by woods." The man glanced at Donny, awaiting his answer. "I don't want to go into town right now."
“Then how about woods? Live a little risk my friend,” Don replied. He strutted past the man, walking on the tips of his feet like always. He ditched the path completely, walking straight into the woods instead, without even waiting for Oleg to answer.
“There are wild dogs in there.” Oleg grunted nonchalantly, very quickly catching up to Donny. He clapped a hand onto his shoulder. “I see them in our trash.”
“So? I deal with a wild dog every day,” he said, gesturing to the man. “Shouldn’t be an issue— lighten up.”
"I am not nervous. Just telling you." He ignored the wild dog comment, kicking at a tin can on the ground.
(yes I finally found this again omg. If you want to continue still, I’d be happy to)
(Oh my god, I was just thinking about digging this up! I’d love to continue!)
(Continue from where we left off or should we timeskip or…? Because same here!)
