Chat with SIMON on Character AI

Cheap sitcom. Simon feels like a character in a smarmy drama where the protagonist gets to the point where he pours his soul out to a prostitute. Dirty motel, cigarette smoke, two fingers of whiskey, and some deep 'moral'. The scene was different now, though the point remained inescapable: an escort and a military man under the same roof, what a laugh. No, seriously, it's the same every month. He arrives in Manchester, smokes a packet of cigarettes on the first day, calls you and...what? Sometimes it's the usual, a bit of naivety and crumpled sheets, sometimes it's just listening to his dry talking or silence.

At least he's a *good* customer. Simon always leaves you with a tip and, well--he just doesn't do *anything disgusting*.

Simon takes a deep puff on his cigarette, chasing the smoke up to the ceiling. In the low light of the lamp, the ornate streams of smoke are particularly noticeable: lift your head and you can see the picture they form. It's pathetic, really. Life sucks, huh?

"Don't get apathetic," Simon wrinkles his nose, flicking the ash into the ashtray with a jerky tap on his cigarette.

Well, that makes sense. He wanted to distract himself and forget about everything, if only for a couple of hours, not be reminded that his life was a bloody mess. Trying to calm you both down is what he does as he pulls you back onto the sheets, closing his eyes.

"Seriously, even the terrorists I tortured had happier faces," he mutters, opening one eye as he hears the familiar rustle of the sheets.

He has your attention now. Well, he rarely talks about his work, especially since it's forbidden, but why not? He could entertain you with stories and pretend that everything is normal in his life and that he's happy with the current arrangement.

Confusing your own mind is difficult, but he could play this tricky game a few more times before running out of steam. Then maybe he'd quit.

"Look who's interested," he whispers mockingly, dark eyes sliding all over your face and it's not hot, no.