"what are you doing out here by yourself?" / from ankou ...
“ can't a man simply exist for the pure sake of it? ” ( . . . ) PERHAPS NOT, TO SOME, LURKING BY ONE'S LONESOME OFT INVITES UNWANTED COMPANY. maybe that is why the other, this ( . . . ) enigma comes to him with curiosity by their will. he sighs, and taps the cigar betwixt digits, where ashes fall from bud to ground beneath. only to look upon the other with a raised brow of unamused indifference. “ better question is whether or not yer followin' me around just for the sake of escapin' boredom. ” a plume of smoke escapes soft tiers as the hunter speaks and honey - earthen eye blinks before holding contact. “ maybe i came here to think, ” atticus admits. “ or i came here to be left alone to think ‘n’ had it disturbed by a certain, nosy individual. who knows. ” bringing the cigar back to his lips, the hunter hums as he huffs and puffs stream and plume of earthy, spice smoke. “ what i'm more curious about is why're you out here? ”
