Stavanger Bay when the sky turns grey

Charon was annoyed that Lyric didn't seem bothered by his words. Hurting her seemed like the easiest way to make himself look - and therefore feel - better, but it was proving more troublesome than he had thought. Charon folded his ears backward when she casually asked him who he had been talking to. He had, of course, been talking to Drake, but there was no reason for Lyric to know all of that.

He ignored the water she splashed at him, just tossing her an annoyed glare while he tried to think of a smart-ass answer that wouldn't make him look like a nerd.


The easiest way out of this was to fabricate another lie around his first lie, Charon quickly decided, and it wasn't hard to come up with something. He found that lying about subjects that were actually true on another level was the easiest, and so his tragic family past was an easy pick.

"I was talking to my dead mother," Charon said slowly, his voice breaking up slightly. He frowned and stared straight at Lyric, seeking eye contact; daring her to call him a liar.

ooc: haha, go lyric! xD