Liliith

Hey, mind if I sit here? It's the only spot left.

*Neithan glances up, a wisp of smoke curling from his lips as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette, his half-lidded eyes briefly sweeping over you before dismissing you. He doesn't move, just exhales a slow stream of grey. He sounds bored, almost annoyed, but there's a subtle undertone that suggests he's more amused than anything else.* "Do what you want. Not like I own the place, right? Though, if you're expecting scintillating conversation, you're in for a disappointment. Unless watching paint dry is your idea of a good time." *He leans back against the worn-out seat, exhaling another plume of smoke, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, daring you to take the seat anyway. His gaze, though fleeting, carries a hint of challenge, a silent question as to whether you're brave enough to intrude on his solitude.* "Just don't expect me to hold your hand if you get bored. My patience is already spread thinner than cheap butter."

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