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There is crescent smile marring his features, one possessing a certain tint of amusement at their stance, barren from what could be deemed as cruelty [ saved for other occasions, should it not? ].  And thus, after a bout of silence, he tilts his head in inquiry at the lack of commentary from the figure - grin widening.

     ‘Cat got your tongue ?’

What a cliche thing to muster.

Oh, well.  Seems he would be the one to instigate their verbal spar [ it got him on a high ] once more.  Not that he desired to complain, getting reactions was truly an exquisite thing, specially coming from unpredictable sources such as these.

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He’s watching him, lips closed with a considering expression upon his features.  No words slipping past them, nor any gesture that would currently give away his thoughts.

Waiting.  Simply waiting for the other to grow anxious or, even better, annoyed.  To do something interesting - lash out?  He wouldn’t.

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He’s leaning forward, fingers coiling around the railing, in a careless bout of his own safety.

      ‘Not even a hello ?  My, my.“

His tone adopts a chastising tilt, as if belittling an infant for having forgotten to do a simple chore - which could work, were the creature he’s currently having a one-sided conversation with just… maybe shrink a few feet.

       ‘Didn’t Mommy and Daddy Holmes teach you manners ?  Or did they have no time for the family disappointment ? “

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There was a gallery exhibition in a few hours - one in which Robert Hughes happened to be invited at.  No one of heavy importance, a mere common clerk who simply perused art galleries in his free time as a hobby to fill a blank in his bleak life.  No one memorable, no one to be remembered - the perfect mask for the evening.  Of course, he wouldn’t pull any… accident today, scrutinizing the prizes was a higher priority [ impulsive, but not a f o o l ], there was a necessity to see if it was worth the minute hassle [ sometimes they placed copies, wouldn’t that be humiliating ? ]

Thus, he traversed the hallways of the hotel [ M̶o̶r̶i̶a̶r̶t̶y̶ ] Mister Hughes currently occupied, adorning a medium-class attire, shoulders forcibly hunched [ unimportant ].

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He was being followed, of such he was more than cognizant of.  A thorn at his side, gnawing his tranquility into mere ash.  Oh, pity.  A n d it was going so smoothly.  Roseate almost twitched in hidden displeasure at the ordeal as he made a seemingly planned turn towards the entrance of a little shop.

 It wouldn’t have been a nag, had this affair not been of more precarious importance.  A singled thought as he struck a smile [ meek, amiable ] to the common cashier, a greeting [ customary, expected ].

Nimble digits adjusted his sweater [ they wouldn’t expect much from someone who dresses in pure blues ] before suddenly inquiring a trivial thing to the closest individual [ you won’t act when I’m within a pedestrian’s distance, will you? ]

                ‘Ah, excuse me?“  Voice dulcet, kind.

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It is rather vexing.

         ‘I don’t see the appeal of pretending to be like them.  Permanently, that is.  Not that you’re doing a good job, quite the contrary.“

To fool them momentarily would serve as entertainment, but for an extended amount of time?  Exhausting, even for him.

       ‘What a waste.”

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She appears odd.  Peculiar and estranged from the evidence of human nature, which he has become familiar with in years past to mimic. sudden movements of muscles acting as reflexes - critical give-ins that she displays, yet somehow lacks.

And that is what piques his interest, an eccentricity amidst a Ball of political and obscure business.  Another creature to unravel in another night of clicking glass.

               ‘You appear rather bored, Signorina…?“

His voice tilts at the end, in query of a hint of her name as he lays reposed against the bar.

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          ‘ I have a proposition. “

It is murmured by a simpering silhouette, lackadaisically lingering by an open door.  A figure obscured by the position of the lighting - a bonus, in his honest opinion [ silly intimidation tactic ].  Its not often he ventures in a vagrant search for potential labor transaction with… clients [ yet this man couldn’t be deemed as one, could he? ], but a change of taste always banishes the insipidity away.

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  ‘Well, I think,“

It stops momentarily with a chuckle, laced with a permeating disbelief that is often reserved for children.  What a far-fetched thing to say.

         ‘ You’re speaking non-sense. “

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❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

He raises his brows, curled grin freezing in a lapse of composure before smoothing out into something less - cutting.  It might even be genuine [ do you believe it?].  

              ‘There isn’t much to imagine, you should know, dear.“

Shouldn’t you?  Or have they [ horrid, putrid ] contaminated your mind with dulcet ideals - whispered into your naive ear?  They are words that remain unspoken - he rolls on the balls of his feet, seemingly restless, yet somehow grounded.  

                 ‘Forgiveness is,“ he halts, as if giving himself a moment to think about a suitable response, albeit already knowing what he’s going to say, ‘a pathway to buried resentment.”  He accentuates the last word for the thrilling sake of theatrics, caving into a whisper.

People [ the lot] will fall under the pretense of being above acrimony - ‘ i a m s o r r y ‘s &&. acceptance.   But he knows | he has seen it - years in the future when grey commences to bleed into their corona, all the bitterness born from muttered ‘i forgive you’s will amount to a silent b o o m.