’Are these guys for real?’ Handy thought, overhearing some kids pulling shenanigans in the neighbouring streets as he woke up close to midnight. He had to wait a few hours before he could continue his work and decided to wile away his time carving the pumpkin using his improvised dagger, idly thinking he should probably invest in better daggers now that he could. And perhaps a razor of some kind for some proper fucking grooming. And a pair of scissors – grabbing your hair in clumps and cutting it off with a rusting piece of metal got fucking old.