[He smirks a little at that, splaying out his fingers. One set of them, anyway.]
You sure I shouldn't pretend like I can anyway? Wrap it up like a fuckin' rubber?
[In spite of the crazy evil mom thing, he's always had this image of Cassel coming from something respectable-seeming. It's as hard for Mickey to picture himself, with his tattoos and hand-me-downs, in the Carney of his imagination as it is to picture Cassel in the South Side.]
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You sure I shouldn't pretend like I can anyway? Wrap it up like a fuckin' rubber?
[In spite of the crazy evil mom thing, he's always had this image of Cassel coming from something respectable-seeming. It's as hard for Mickey to picture himself, with his tattoos and hand-me-downs, in the Carney of his imagination as it is to picture Cassel in the South Side.]