[The trash can comically shoots half a foot up into the air in surprise. Angus slowly, slowly peers through an opening through his not-at-all subtle nudges of the lid, and visibly sighs through his whole body when he sees it's another kid.

Which is normally the opposite reaction of what he feels when he sees another kid. Which is complete, full body anxiety. Which quickly realizes it's not doing its job and grips at Angus' spine, forcing him rigid again.]

H...Hello, there!

[He can't see what they're holding, but anticipation of the worst settles in the pit of his stomach. Kids are not nice to him. He's been in trash cans before, not usually of his own volition, and the next step is usually tossing him to roll down a hill. And Angus has done half of their work for them.]

What is... um... Hello, you might be wondering why I'm in a trash can! It's the perfect hiding place, see, because... no one looks for little boys in trash cans.

[But someone is and did, and that's why his voice falters at the end of his thought.]