"No, I don't care.", Louis answered very quickly. He didn't need to be pretty for anyone. He had no interested in a relationship and during the shows no one was scared of him, thanks to makeup and masks. There was nothing else to it. "You're not, you're over sensitive.", he told his friend. "You worry too much. I am perfectly healthy and it doesn't hurt now, nor does it hurt if you touch it, or punch me." Louis sighed, he had the feeling that Josiah didn't believe a word he said anway, unless he told him how very painful his existance was since the fire. "Sometimes it hurts, okay? Just like that, without anyone doing anything, that's all. Right now I don't feel it and if you were to touch it, I'd feel it even less than on the healthy parts of my skin." He looked at Josiahs arms and he knew the scars at his hairline too. "Do yours hurt?", he simply asked him. Sure, his weren't as big and prominent and easier too hide, but he had scars of his own. He would know how it felt, right?
"I guess something dark.", Louis answered about his favorite color. Not that it mattered. "Well mission accomplished, your wagon is all you. Sparkly, bubbly, flashy and happy. I am not interested in trinkets, I don't really have any hobbies, nor do I come here often. I think a practical, blue-ish wagon is representing me perfectly. I'm not who I used to be and even then I only stacked books and plushies. I am too old for toys now. Besides, even when we were young, I spent most of my extra money on sweets anyway. It was always your stuff taking up most of the room." This wasn't supposed to be an attack or a coplaint, merely and observation. Louis never bound himself to aterial things, today he was too realistic to do that and when he was young he rather had his five minutes of joy, then multiple days with a toy he liked. He was shortsighted in that regard. "No, it's fine.", Louis answered and held up his cards so Josiah could pick one and add find its counterpart in his own deck to put it down. "I know it, but let's just play." At least talking wasn't necessary during this game. Once it was Louis turn to pick a card out of Josiahs hand, he was able to read him like a book. The clown sighed and turned his head, instead picking a card blindy, though he still knew which spot to avoid. "Well, it's almost winter.", he mumbled and locked at Josiah again. Diferent, yes, he changed, that was clear or was it not? "Well I changed and I've grown up. But you see me every day, why is this different now?"
"I guess something dark.", Louis answered about his favorite color. Not that it mattered. "Well mission accomplished, your wagon is all you. Sparkly, bubbly, flashy and happy. I am not interested in trinkets, I don't really have any hobbies, nor do I come here often. I think a practical, blue-ish wagon is representing me perfectly. I'm not who I used to be and even then I only stacked books and plushies. I am too old for toys now. Besides, even when we were young, I spent most of my extra money on sweets anyway. It was always your stuff taking up most of the room." This wasn't supposed to be an attack or a coplaint, merely and observation. Louis never bound himself to aterial things, today he was too realistic to do that and when he was young he rather had his five minutes of joy, then multiple days with a toy he liked. He was shortsighted in that regard. "No, it's fine.", Louis answered and held up his cards so Josiah could pick one and add find its counterpart in his own deck to put it down. "I know it, but let's just play." At least talking wasn't necessary during this game. Once it was Louis turn to pick a card out of Josiahs hand, he was able to read him like a book. The clown sighed and turned his head, instead picking a card blindy, though he still knew which spot to avoid. "Well, it's almost winter.", he mumbled and locked at Josiah again. Diferent, yes, he changed, that was clear or was it not? "Well I changed and I've grown up. But you see me every day, why is this different now?"