(he's so used to it that he won't take offense at the augustine's lack of interest in any of his antics or theatrics. it'd tell him something if the man's reaction was any different, after all. hands leave the pockets, only so that palms can face the sky in his shrug.)

Or maybe that! Who knows?

(it's good to be like this. the theatrics keep him safe, protected and overlooked, when his incredible intellect and bloody story don't match the clown-like personality he's chosen to put forward. it gives him more space.)

Well, no one's saying anyone's sane, here. Tell me, strange-looking fellow, what so happens to be your name?