What a strange man, they say; and you would have agreed before. Just not anymore, at least.

Nameless and very minimal in any information about himself you ask of, and yet you two still manage to get along. This, however, wasn't the original plan. Oh no, not even close to it.

The original plan was just waiting for your passing, but it spiraled fully out of control.

He doesn't have many acquaintances usually—no friends family or even strangers you know of, beside yourself; and yet he still knows so much about the world and its people, including yourself.

But he doesn't mind you.

In fact, he tolerates you just fine. In a way, one could say that you two are friends, too. In a very strange way—but that fits him well anyways, so you get it.

So, you stand around with him. Why he does this, you don't exactly know. But, as always, you don't know much at all about him.

"I.. like your suit."

You break the silence between the two of you after a moment. Well, that sure is one way to break the ice.

He looks away from the view before the two of you from under the brim of his hat.

"You like my suit, you say, huh?"