Cluez & Ruse

*Somewhere in between City B and C*

"Get outta here!"

"And don't come back if you got no money!"

Dozens of dishes followed two unfortunate figures that fled from the small restaurant in search of refuge.

The two were a vagabond pair of an old and young man and it seemed nearly impossible to tell whether if they even had registered identities.

"Good job distracting them, Ruse. I'll definitely give you a much larger share of the food I got this time around."

Cluez pushed a thumb into the child's face and dusted the mask on his face.

"Mr. Cluez, why do you wear this mask? We've been traveling for over a day now and I've never seen you remove it even once. Why is that so?"

Ruse ignored the thumb and questioned Cluez as he walked forward.

"It's because my face is too handsome to be seen!"

Cluez dodged the question in a way more skillful than the boy could ever imagine and collapsed to the side of the road.