@sinforthenight | ♥ For: anyone
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“I don’t like to see familiar faces.” The line is delivered almost like a vocal shrug as if he really was as indifferent to his own statement or the actual truth behind it as he’d like to pretend he is. His eyes aren’t even trained on the other, rather focused on his fingers picking at the peanuts he had laid before himself on the table. It seems meaningless, almost, to walk into any sort of pub or bar at this hour of the night and only get something to half-heartedly munch on. But he had walked in here for something meaningless, anything that might distract him from his current boredom, from the exhaustion that comes from within. He just hadn’t expected that something to be this conversation partner. “Do you know why?”