She scrunches her nose at the question, fixing the rim of her hat. “Oh how they grow up so fast,” she mused, eyes glazing over the male before tilting her head to the side. “I don’t sleep, but I like putting my brother to bed,” her eyes wrinkled as she sat perch atop a nearby bench. “12 p.m on the dot, though he never listens,” her bottom lip juts out in a soft pout, a soft sigh seeping past the seam. The air thickened noticeably as she stole a glance at the male, her lips pressing together into a thin line as her gaze flicks toward the streets. “You never answered me, mister.” Leaning back against her sea, she folds her leg over the other. “What’cha doing out here, hm?”
It was difficult to contain, the laughter that wanted to bubble up in his throat—so he did not try. It was delighted as it fell from his lips, amusement at the woman’s words making him momentarily shake, before he contained himself, and the next second his eyes were grave upon her, fixed upon her, attentively watching. “You do not sleep, but all humans sleep for if they do not sleep they eventually die—so you are something else, miss, and it’s in your shadow”, he said, the words softly shaped by full lips in a pensive manner, and whether his words made sense to her or not was of little matter to him, as he seemed to speak more so to himself than anyone. Then the moment was broken, with the focusing of eyes. “… Just passing by.”
