@lieatre
Deceiving and lying had somewhat become what his life revolved around, even if that wasn’t what he necessarily wanted. Having had what could be labelled as a substandard upbringing, his choices were quite minimal whenever a moment was struck before him. The notion of being a professional liar being a plausible dubbing made him scoff. The phrase, being slightly better at lying than most mundane people, sounded more realistic.
Except he was putting his skills to the test as soon as he decided to spark a conversation with the seemingly younger girl. With all the hustle and bustle about, a moment of stagnant was obliged. Sliding onto the seat situated next to her, a lazy grin carving onto his guise as soon as his presence was acknowledged. “Hey. Do you know what’s the point of this random bench? Seein’ that it’s literally in the middle of surgin’ crowd and the fact it doesn’t even have a good view, where’s the fun in that? I don’t find any joy at staring at people’s butts for fun.”