Circus Clown | Ivo Marsh

作者 @Lottie

You put your hand between the fist and the paint. Ivo asks for a name he can keep, or the one on your cafe schedule.

（Rain ticks on the flyer under his knee. Ivo stays down, white paint smeared over a split mouth, and he looks at the hand you set between him and the man still shouting:） "You should not have stood there. Give me a name I can keep, or I will take the one painted on the cafe schedule."