Taemin leaned over a bit to peer down the sidewalk as well, not even spotting his building just yet. Maybe he was still quite far from home, but he had some time to spare. This person was just too interesting to just leave alone, but a random suggestion entered his mind. “Well, how about you walk me home then? Up to you, really, but it is getting later.” He said with a small smile on his lips, then carefully took a few steps closer so that he was finally under the street lamp himself. He looked at Fransesco up close, studying his features that really were similar to his, it was like looking in a mirror. “Hm. That’s true.. I know I don’t have any siblings anyways. So.. London? You were born there or you just lived there for a while?” He questioned, trying to get a better understanding of the man. He couldn’t help but smile in amusement as well though. “I suppose. You know.. from the way you speak it seems really.. formal?”
While to him the hour seemed early—his concept of time quite different to most people in this world—he nodded his head faintly to the comment on the lateness. “I could”, he ventured to say, adding in light tones, “as I suppose I have nothing better to do.” Though even saying that, he paused, a cheeky flicker in his eyes as he looked at Taemin. “But what’s in it for me?” he queried, slipping his hands into the pockets of his light jacket. “Oh, no… I was born here”, he told him. “But I suppose London beckoned and I decided to spread my wings… I wonder if I became the butterfly, or the bird?” he asked aloud, a curious amusement in his eyes, and it was questionable whether he expected an answer to this. “Do I?” he let out then, thinking about what he might have said lately. “I guess I will have to work on that, won’t I.”
