A/N: The final chapter! Adolfo and Toby finally go to London where a certain contest begins! Let's see what happens shall we? I don't know yet but I might make a sequel to this or something-
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Part III: Final!
Toby slept hard through the night. Once he opened his eyes, he rubbed the sleep from his blurred vision and sat up to find Adolfo already dressed in his perfect blue uniform, hair excellently done, and that top hat and cane awaiting him in a corner.
"Toby it is almost time." He didn't bother to look at the boy. He stood with his back to him and a grand smile on his lips.
Toby was too naïve to understand but he knew it had to be more of Pirelli's 'scamming'.
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The ride was bumpy. Pirelli sat beside Toby who was too busy looking out the window and scratching the itchy wig.
"Stop it!" he caught Toby in the process of scratching and swatted his hand away. He held his hand but not in pain. He couldn't help that the wig made his scalp itch, it wasn't his fault.
Staring down at his freshly bandaged hands, Toby somehow got lost in all the painful memories shared with Signor Pirelli. It seemed that the people at the workhouse even the other children treated him more kindly than Pirelli ever has or in that case ever will. It saddened the child—he was hoping to finally start life over with someone new but the way it has been going already it unfortunately wouldn't turn out that way.
Toby sighed and leaned his head on the side of the window. He listened to Adolfo's careful yet nervous breathing until he felt a pair of cold fingers tango with his.
He jerked his hands away in total shock and surprise. It was his master Pirelli. He touched his hands for what felt like the first time; in a friendly way that is. Pirelli gave the boy his full attention and forced his hand back into his.
"I don't mean to scare you Toby." He told the shivering boy who looked down at their hands. His hand seemed big in size compared to little Toby's. It almost made him laugh.
Toby tried to take that nicely but those few words weren't going to change how he felt about Pirelli.
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Bumps after more bumps and they weren't kind to the two in the back. "Are we here, Signor?" Toby asked looking out the window as he spoke, eyes bulging from his head. It was London; surely they were here, where Signor found Toby. He ran away from the workhouse and was found in the old abandoned candy shop.
It brought back memories again.
"Yes Toby." He smiled at the boy then gazed out the window with a teeth-filled smile, ear to ear to be exact and folk outside the buggy returned the smiles. "They really like you Signor." Toby turned back around to look at Adolfo. He nodded and gave the boy a content smile. "Of course Toby." He patted the boy's head and handed him his bowler hat.
Toby brushed his hand away and put on his hat, situating the wig and pushing in any free hairs that stuck through.
It looked sad, it looked depressing and it looked dead here in London.
Grey almost black clouds hovered above the scummy city, bringing every last living human being down and Toby noticed.
"Signor, how come you seem so happy?" the boy tapped the elder one's hand that sat on top of his cane and he turned to gaze at the child. He paused for a few minutes before answering. "Don't worry about me Toby…we are here and we are here to sell." He admitted, blowing his strawberry wine breath in Toby's face; at least he didn't have to cringe or back up this time.
Toby licked his lips and brought himself back to the window, poking his little fingers over the ledge.
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Toby was nervous; he's never had this problem in a while now and it was all coming back to him. He poked his head through the red velvet curtains just for a peek and felt his stomach drop at the massive crowd that surrounded them so suddenly.
He wanted to tell Pirelli he couldn't do it, but that would only turn out badly. He knew never to say those words any more…
So the boy swallowed and Pirelli whom was sitting contently with his top hat, his red cape, cane and white gloves smiled; definitely nerve-free by the calm, content expression plastered on his face.
"Toby." He called the boy and he was standing before him within 3 seconds or less. He scratched the wig again and Pirelli reached a hand into his jacket, pulling out a small bottle of his 'private' booze. He would once and a while give the kid a few sips just to relieve the nerves.
He handed it to the boy and he took it. The boy's eyes wondered onto Pirelli as he sipped his two sips and gave it back like a good child.
Pirelli winked at the boy-which he rarely did and took a few himself before putting it back in his jacket and situating himself perfect.
Toby still felt terrible-he knew he could but his stomach and his head were telling him otherwise. Pirelli realized the problem and stood up. His face wasn't too kind and without a doubt he swiftly smacked the boy across the face to snap him free of the problem.
"Go!" he shouted at the boy and he rushed out of the curtains; music played and he picked up a good sized drum and began to pound.
In the corner of his eye he couldn't stop staring at one gent in the crowd. He didn't look too kind as well as the others but somehow he stood out as well as the woman beside him. That man with the white streak and dark side-burns is what the boy called him.
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E/N: Yes it was very short but I am seriously making a sequel cause I like this ending honestly-! ENJOY RxR!