Conversation with an Arsonist

"When I appeared in front of you wearing all black clothes, what was your impression of me?" You asked. "Usually, I'm the one who gets judged." His eyelids twitched. "Do you have to know what I think?" "... I just like that, there is no special reason." "If I have to tell you, I'm curious as to what specific reasons you can think of for my dressing habit." "I would be happy to be used as a fantasy material for you, who like to explore and have rich imaginations, to give you a moment of relaxation and idleness - if that can really bring you a moment of leisurely satisfaction." "No offense intended." He raised an eyebrow. I'm too lazy to bother with the introduction this time, so I just copy the main content. After all, I just wanted to show off my new son. This book is more self-liberating. Not only does it have no outline, I even only have one chapter in the manuscript. The two protagonists are not named, and I don't plan to describe the scene. If nothing unexpected happens, this article is so rough that it only contains the conversation between two people. Just like it when you watch it. Don't pay attention to any details. It doesn't make sense because it's all made up by me. Purpose: Exploring the art of language