Shattered Mirror
Komaeda rarely had more than one reason to come to the suburbs. After all, it was mostly filthy places and delinquents. There was also interested people, but the rest was boring, disgusting or dangerous. Paradoxically though, it was a common provenance for his clients. Although he didn’t quite understand, Komaeda decided it was none of his business and he didn’t care as long as the ones who paid for him were at least half decent people.
Besides, one of the suburbs perks was that soliciting was so frequent nobody gave a shit anymore so it was barely considered illegal anymore. It just had to be kept in mind that any situation might degenerate so he’d better be prepared to defend himself if needed.
But right now it seemed the situation could be any better. Unless it was an ambush, to have his focus on a lone person who did look rather open - or at least not of the type to immediately turn down this type of offer - was rather lucky, especially since the other hadn’t noticed him staring yet. And Komaeda had to admit he was quite intrigued by this same white hair.
Approaching the other enough so the escort could rest his hand on the man’s shoulder without pushing on enough for the contact to be too intimate, Komaeda quickly slid right next to the other by a smooth hip movement, putting on an inviting smile. It wouldn’t take long to figure out if he managed to tempt the man enough, with his enticing behavior: half bending his knees so he could easily swing his legs and wrap himself close to the other, stopping his walk.
“Hello gorgeous stranger ~ .”
[meshitsxkai]