The clown lowered the back scrubber and stared across the foamy water at her position, and how she sat so far away from him. His lips spread into a sneer as the scrubber disappeared beneath the water. He mimicked her movements and leaned forward. His jack-o-lantern eyes probed her face before finally lingering on her eyes. "You're not going to make this easy, are you?" he questioned. He might as well get to the point and know how this game was going to roll now.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you think if life were easy, we'd be here, of all places?"</strong><br/><br/>Bojangles's brows curved upwards in disgust at her comment. It sounded so...melodramatic with the words she chose. He rose from his seat across from her. Soap foam slowly descended his stomach and shoulders and with two pats from his hands, the foam on his chest and shoulders exploded [not literally] with fragments of bubbles. He tilted his head left and right as his neck emitted two audible pops. When he reached Azalea, he settled down next to her. He was turned to face her with his arm stretched behind her. The jagged grin was on his face as he looked at her with those ghostly eyes. "Turn around." It sounded like a low order. It left his lips so sternly as he still wore his seemingly smile.