격리

Accepted.

Accepted.

"Aren't we all?" There is a slight chuckle to his words while his eyes stay glued to the task at hand, his fingers diligently working at a piece of loose thread on his jeans in an attempt to finally rip it off without creating another hanging piece of thread to work at. "Hook up?" He nearly snorts with a small shake to his head. "I'm Souta, by the way."

Souta's brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and anger, his eyes darting up to look the other in her eyes, his lips pursing and creating a thin line. "I don't see a reason as to why you'd needed to speak to me that way, as if you know a thing about me." He nose crinkled up for a moment before he placed his gaze elsewhere. "Listen for once? To you? People are liars. They are sick and twisted and only seem to care about themselves. So why should I trust you when you're of the same kind?"