‹ well, i might be, but meeting different people is actually more interesting, you learn a lot from others perspectives . ›
he wasnt interested in a cup of coffee anymore, all of sudden the man got his attention and curiosity.
‹ theres something on you that i like . ›
‹ thats the fun part, i dont know . ›
he rested his arms on the table, facing the man into the eyes with a mocking smile. little by little, the situation was more interesting.
‹ might be the mysterious aura around you, or ‘ the voices in your head ’ ›
even though, he knew nothing's about the symbiote or the identity of the man, just some mockery from his ‘ self chat ’
‹ in that impossible case … ›
a pause was made, raising his hand with a subtle gesture and his eyes closed.
‹ i would be grateful to at least meet a new friend ›
‹ heh, still my bad . › his eyes met the opposite's for a brief moment, taking his action back after that. his hands touching the guitar strings, as he patiently listened to the sound. ‹ uh … my guitar is out of tune . im preparing for tonight's performance . ›
‹ am i doing that ? › his glare immediately crossed paths with his, raising his hand to touch the feathers with curiosity . ‹ will god forgive me for tainting his name … ? ›
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‹ well, introduce me to that friend someday then . ›
he took a step backwards, turning around ready to leave; a last glance was given over his shoulder.
‹ i have something important to attend . and hey … destiny brought us here, im sure it wasnt a coincidence . ›
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his performance just ended, once again he felt like his job was successful getting the audience's attention and claps.
sweating and tired, he rushed downstage to sit on the floor, heavy breathing with a proud face. his eyes suddenly went up, crossing his gaze with the 𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟.
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his performance just ended, once again he felt like his job was successful getting the audience's attention and claps.
sweating and tired, he rushed downstage to sit on the floor, heavy breathing with a proud face. his eyes suddenly went up, crossing his gaze with the 𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟.
