"They hired a clown?"
Maija doesn't quite manage to stifle her laugh. "Really? They realize she's turning fourteen, right?" She turns slightly to face him, but he's not next to her anymore. "Luke?"
She looks back over her shoulder. He'd stopped walking, and his gaze is still on the clown. "Honestly, Luke?"
"What?" Distinctly whiny, sounding more like a child in single digits than the thirteen-year-old she knows he is.
She gives him a look. "I've watched you kill bunnies. I've watched Abraham Lincoln do cartwheels in your backyard. You've been raising the dead your whole life, and you're afraid of clowns?"
He flips her off, finally peeling his eyes away and moving to catch up with her. "Everybody's afraid of clowns." He sounds more than a little defensive.
"Not everybody was killing small animals when they were ten." She rolls her eyes and grabs his arm to lead him around. "Let's go say hi to the birthday girl, yeah?"
"Alright."
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100 Themes
RandomFills for the 100 Themes Writing Challenge. Cross-posted from my Tumblr. Some parts may contain sensitive and/or triggering material. Read at your own risk.
