' n i c e shades, darling. ' ya, he's wearing them. suh. ' i know a few good shops for sunglasses, but i never seen these. ' looks at this fine man with fine taste. ' do you get yours custom made? ' personal space is foreign to mtt. it's all or nothin. he means well.
he’s certainly carries this different air about him, not unwelcome though, if it weren’t for the breach in personal space. “ uhh— yeah, actually, “ he just pulled them out before they were stolen and worn. he regards his newfound company with a furled brow. “ meant to locate heads around the area. y’know .. ( and he tries to sound more sly here. ) bounty heads ? “ he retrieves his glasses back. “ are you always this curious ? “