Psyche was surprise, when the male took the sign out of the ground and placed it face down in the grass. What is he thinking?! He can’t do that either, right? He’s going to get in so much trouble with the police or someone much worse. That’s like breaking another law, but with the sign not there he can feed the ducks to his hearts content even though it’s still wrong.
His mind goes into overdrive as he thinks of the situation. Should he feed the ducks and break the law? The sign is still technically there, but it’s not facing them or showing what it says, so it should be alright, right? With the sign faced down no one would know it’s there unless the bump into it and that’s unlikely. Or somebody that knows the sign should be there might tell on them. Though the male was feeding the ducks without anybody saying anything to him, so it has to be alright.
Making up his mind, he holds the bread in his hands tightly and begins to break of small pieces and throw them near the ducks, just like the blond said. Once the ducks begin to eat it, his frown is replaced with a wide smile.More ducks begin to come near him and he throws more bread near them. In a matter of minutes, the piece of bread is gone. Turning his head to the male, he says, “That was fun! I never knew feeding animals would be so fun! Ah, my name is Psyche. What’s yours?”
Neo’s halfway certain that ol’ Pink Eyes is having some kind of cathartic moment when he finally turns to feed the ducks like he initially wanted to. Neo’s not trying to be the stereotypical bad boy–at least, that’s not the impression he’s trying to give off–but something as simple as giving some birds a bit of bread isn’t enough to warrant the end of the world. When the guy finally turns to break off pieces, Neo nods his head like he’s done something incredible, watching as the ducks dip underwater to eat the food.
That’s the spirit. It’s always good to take what you want before it’s gone.
When all the food’s been eaten, he hears the guy’s voice, and Neo steadies himself with his palms behind his back as he tilts his head to look at the stranger beside him. The smile on his face is overwhelming–it floors him, really, and Neo’s surprised that anyone can manage to look so innocent at such an age. Innocence welcomes unwanted memories, however, and he finds himself pausing a split-second before holding out his hand. There’s a tilt of a curve on his lips; it’s not the kindest expression, but it’s polite enough.
“Never met a guy named Psyche before,” he states conversationally. “Name’s Neo, though. Glad to have added duck-feeding to your repertoire of done things.”
It’s unnatural how much the guy before him is making Neo think of children more than anything else. Perhaps he was hidden away from society? A recluse? Modern-day Rapunzel? The curiosity nags at him like a bad housewife, but he quells it before it becomes his master entirely.
“What other stuff haven’t you done before but want to do, buddy?”