( trashy corsage finished, jason leans down to shove the roll of tape back into his pocket. pulls the zipper over it. for those just in case, stabbed-in-the-gut and needs to cover wounds fast needs. or emergency last minute flowers, who the hell knows. )

A foster system kid, huh. ( low, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth after a moment. ) I tried that for a bit. Didn't like it, so I stuck to the streets. Lot of assholes in the system who just wanted a free kid for labor, or for the state payoff.

( it's a quiet admittance: that he gets that side of the system, that he's been there, too. but. )

Little weird for them to change names though.