[He's a bottomless pit it feels, and all he wants is candy - briefly. It dissolves but he's pretty easily soothed by praise. And gifts. He reaches for the candy bar and slides his mask back down over his chocolate stained face.]

Thanks.

[You get a piece too. A lollipop. A little one but it's still there. Same team. He leans against the wall, bag dropped to the side.]

When I was a kid, I never got to keep my candy. My brother used to beat me up and take it. This...

Feels like payback. Feels right.

[His gloves need to be gray. Same color as the mask.]

You should talk more kid.