"Oi! Be quiet man! You're going to get us caught!"
"But sheee was a lass, the liiight of my-"
Thud.
With a twitch, Twitch lie now unconscious on the molded floorboards of the rattling storage car, a draft rustling the hair splaying over his rosy cheeks, warm with ale he had been at all day. Tork pinched his brow and shook his head, glancing over at Zero. Or Five, rather, the mute girls 5th and most irritable personality shining through. The empty ale bottle was gripped tightly in her hand and she glared at Twitch's frame with pink eyes of little mercy. Those same eyes burned towards Tork now as she sat the bottle aside and brushed a lock of her brittle yet soft hair away from her un-pigmented face, her small chin jutted out as if to say 'do something about it'.
Tork merely grinned. "Good one, Five." he managed, taking care to recognize the different personality as it's own with its own given name. Five smirked and yawned, momentarily flashing the long healed but mutilated tongue before settling back down amongst ruck sacks and into sleep.
His, comrades asleep, Tork looked out a whole in the shamble of a car, watching the world go speeding by. Another train, another town, another life. Absently he shuffled the ratted deck of trick cards that only he and Twitch knew how to manipulate. Gambling and trickery was one of their running trades.
Twitch muttered in his sleep before choking on a snore.
Tork shook his head and kicked hi brother in his drunken stupor of a sleep.