I'm hardly flatted. { -- He spat as his head turned toward their general direction, the scent of death lingering around their head and wafting its way to his. He drew in the clouded smoke and let out a small breath of relief which cued for his own slender fingers to reach out for a cigarette in his pocket, pressing the filter to his thin lips before he took out his lighter to ignite a flame at the end of the stick.}

Who the fuck is this random ass cunt watching me? { -- Points toward the direction of the stranger as he speaks.}

"Hello new followers! I'm actually kinda tired, busy day getting adjusted and all. But I'll come greet you all later." 

.................men are definitely to my taste. 

(/shakes his head slightly, closing his eyes for a brief second to push away the fatigue that seems to slip in at random points of the conversation) Trust me when I say, this isn't 'bleak' with respect to my personality in general. It is merely my limited capacity that it seems such. (/his eyes fix on the other's position again, and imagines a certain face to replace the pit of darkness) ... As for having a lover like yourself, he merely looks as you do. Which is not as important nor influential to me as it could be for others. 

I prefer to improve first impressions rather than be let down on them. (/he gives a light shrug, his eyes wandering slightly to the side, as if staring at the landscape behind the other though there is nothing particularly interesting) ..One holds me as a childe, the other as a lover. (/his words are slow, almost intentionally done so as if he simply needs to savor the words to make them real and more tangible - because in reality it never did seem real) 

(/his senses are so on the edge of his nerves that it is almost excruciating, as he feels that the voices has moved closer, readjusting his gaze as soon as he catches a sound that he can latch onto - except that it is always a split second late compared to what the normal speed of reaction would be) ..The same face as the one I love and as the one I lost. (/he finds it difficult, rakes through his mind desperately to dig up the old images of what these people looked like, attempts to recall what it felt like under his fingertips when his eyesight crumpled to a useless pile on the ground) ..You look deceivingly like everything I hold precious. Although there is a difference to it. I know.