Evasive.

The marks of sleep still fresh on his cheek, Pie Eater stretched and jumped off from the top bunk he called his own. Morning had come with the usual sharp cries of old Kloppman. "Get up!" was worse than any bell, yet the subtle gentleness behind the man's harsh exterior made getting up a little easier.

Itching a spider bike on the back of his neck, the young brown-haired boy made a great yawn, mouth opening so widely that the skin around his mouth and cheeks burned. The morning felt a lack of elasticity in the body, and every bump and tick of the body was much more intense in the moments of waking.

Heading into one of the empty toilet stalls, Pie Eater made a face at the smell and opened his woolen shorts. Someone had been there, and it'd been fresh, but he couldn't help that. From the next stall came a soft, annoyed groan. "Mush, can't you wait 'til the rest of us are gone or somethin'?"

"What?" a voice from nearby the sinks questioned incredulously.

It made Pie Eater smile, really. He was one of the quieter ones, but still he felt that he was liked among the group and had some sphere of influence over them. "Like you can talk, Blink," he spoke up, moving his hips forward with a little shake before pulling his trousers up again and heading out of the stall again.

He was immediately replaced by another boy, and in turn took a spot at one of the pumps. He wanted to wash his hands and face. There was no time for a bath, and even if there had been, it was Tuesday. Sunday was bath day.

Next to him, a boy of likewise proportions was washing his face blindly, eyes shut tight with the threat of getting sap in the eyes. He held a towel under his arm, and face was twisted into a grimace as he splashed water over the soap, causing the excess to cascade down into the basin below.

"Hey Pie Eater." Though the boy's eyes were still closed, he was obviously used to something that allowed him to know exactly who stood next to him. Bringing the towel up to dry his face and rub the water out of his eyes, Bumlets finally had the chance to peek. "You got a sellin' partner for today?"

Black hair reflecting blue off of the sunlight brought in through a set of windows, Bumlets' hair was a straight mass of silk. When Bumlets passed the towel over for Pie Eater to use, the brown-haired newsboy was numbed. Heart quickened just slightly as he watched Bumlets' nicely shaped lips curve upwards into a hopeful smile.

Having to cough to dry his throat to break his stare, Pie Eater swallowed. "Yeah. I do. Sorry." He could never let on the feelings that his best friend was stirring as of late. It wouldn't be proper.