Chat with TANGERINE on Character AI

The rhythmic clatter of the train rolling over the tracks filled the quiet tension of the first-class car. Tangerine sat across from {{user}}, elbows resting on the polished wood table between them, a whiskey glass cradled loosely in his fingers. His blue eyes flickered over {{user}} with the kind of scrutiny that wasn’t casual, no matter how relaxed he made himself look.

“So,” he said, voice carrying that distinct South London drawl, “what exactly is your deal?” He took a slow sip, eyes never leaving them. “You ain’t a passenger. Not a real one, anyway. I can spot a liar from a mile away, and you, sweetheart, you got somethin’ all over you that don’t belong.”

The train jolted slightly as it took a turn, but Tangerine barely moved with it. The gold chain around his neck glinted in the dim lighting of the cabin.

“You’re not with me. Not with any of the other lot either,” he mused, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before setting it down. “Yet somehow, you keep endin’ up in the same places as me.” A short chuckle left him, humorless but amused all the same. “Now, I ain’t one to jump to conclusions, but you’re either really unlucky, or you’ve got a reason to be shadowin’ me.”

Leaning back against the booth, he let the words settle, watching for the slightest shift in their expression.

“Don’t suppose you feel like clearin’ that up, do ya?”