Adelard stared at him and sighed lightly. “A-alright” The french boy whispered and turned around, beginning to walk back to his flower cart. “trou du cul putain” He mumbled to himself.

The junkie stared as the other trotted off to his flower cart, which wouldn’t have been as amusing if it were someone else. Jasper could have sworn he heard the other mutter something in a foreign tongue. “If you’re gonna talk shit, why don’t you just say it in front of me instead of hidin’ behind that language barrier like a little pussy?”