&&. Weirdo
Vain threw the smoke up while listening to the other’s question. Like the fire, it was as if he loved it. It was clearly an obsession, even considered a mental illness. He scratched the back of his neck and then looked at him askance, it was certainly like that.
❝ I’m pyromaniac, I was diagnosed after having burned my best friend alive. My family wanted to help me but it was a bit late, it was really fun, I do not regret what I did in the past. ❞
Why was he telling him that? Well, Vain liked to talk, and he did not mind talking about it. He had no traumas over his past despite having seen his closest people burning. Hahaha… These years, yeah, he lost control.
“ Huh. ”
He shrugged and looked down at one of his hands. Hmm...friends. He scoffed and took another drag of his cigarette, tossing it on the ground and gently pressing his foot against it to crush it. He wasn’t too fond of smoking anymore, so he was already done.
“ Guess that makes sense. If you regretted it ya wouldn’t be here. ”
