A morning in the park

i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

The park was filled mostly with silence, as a new morning came to be. Today seemed like one of those days, where Lyretich had to go out to take a relaxing stroll in one of the parks that were located in Era. The lifestyle of a mage was quite busy, as one could never predict how long exactly a single task would take. Sometimes they were gone for a day, sometimes for a week or more. A free day such as today was best enjoyed just looking around the towns, meeting family, or spending some time alone.

The morning was slightly chilly, but by the way, the Sun was shining the overall temperature was sure to increase, as such Lyre decided to dress casually. Wearing a simple white t-shirt, with a hoodie over it, some gray sweatpants, and white sneakers. This outfit should be enough to keep him from catching a cold or so Lyretich hoped as he walked around the park.

For the most part, Lyre was just walking around mindlessly, observing people and birds that were present in the park at the moment. Until one particular dark blonde male dressed in a long teal overcoat with colorful patches all over it caught his attention, where have I seen him? The scene caught Lyre's attention as the young male was quite good looking, his outfit despite looking rashly put together looked very fashionable and well, he was the only other person there at that particular moment. The young boy continued to silently observe the other male while trying to remember where exactly had they met.

The scene was quite particular in itself, the familiar male was nibbling on some roasted nuts, most likely when he decided to share them with the adorable creature that was with him. When he decided to pull a bag from his coat, throwing something on the ground, which looked like seeds to the few local pigeons that were near them, it did not take long until a whole lot of those hungry eyed birds appeared, will he be okay? Lyre continued to wonder as he looked respectfully or more like stared intensely at the male.

Ah! I remember now! He decided to move closer to the other party, scaring some of the birds away, "Aren't you that weir... guy?! The one that came out of his suitcase in the back alley of a pub in the downtown?" Lyretich remembered one particular incident, which he still couldn't forget that happened some good time ago, while he was on a job looking for some lost items as he asked in a rush, forgetting his greetings or any other formalities for a moment, as the rush to confirm his assumptions overtook him.

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i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

Ah... Lyre was about to warn the other male as he was about to eat the "snack" he picked out of his bag, but alas... he was late, the mixture of worms and whatnot entered the brown-haired boy's mouth. Lyretich did not know what to do, as the air turned slightly weird - should he pretend that he saw nothing, or should he apologize for not waning the other in time. By the way, the other looked away shyly, I guess I pretend I saw nothing, was the conclusion the young male came to.

"Sure, thank you," Lyre reached into the paper bag and for some nuts, grabbing a small handful of the snack, though he paid extra attention to what exactly it was, as he did not want to chew on whatever the other did a little bit ago. "The hedgehog is cute, is it your pet?" he pointed at the small creature while maintaining a friendly smile, "sorry if I surprised you earlier." Lyre ruffled his hair a bit with the other hand, as he felt his previous behavior was not appropriate for a first meeting, hope I didn't come across as some weirdo. "My name is Lyretich," he continued with a proper introduction, "you know how it sometimes happens, but you probably don't remember me, I was just passing you by fastly, so most likely you didn't even see me, but yeah," he paused for a bit, "it was a weird experience seeing someone come out of a suitcase." He looked at the object that was next to the young male, is this the same one, with curiosity in his eyes.

Lyre was hoping he was not overwhelming the other party with the number of questions he had, as he remembered some incidents from his past where he indeed did just that. Sometimes he could not control his mouth as it shot out an enormous amount of questions, sometimes even unrelated, without filtring out his thoughts first or properly structuring them.

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