Cyrin watches Arthur for a moment longer, "Ah. . . Well, ni, I don't I moved out recently, but I haven't told anyine. Nothing about it online. I don't use social media often. It's a distraction really. The only things about me online are old, before I stopped using it, and the new stuff is just people filming me on the street. In plus, it's kind of stupid to throw the 'I'm moving out' online, no one needs to know that shit. And if they did, well, I'd tell them in person." Cyri n wasn't lying either. He rarely posted about himswlf, and he knew his friends and family respected his wishes to not be on the internet, nd avoided doing it as much as possible. But he wasn't an idiot, if someone really wanted to find stuff about him, they could. He knew there were peoe who would meet someone and in an attempt to learn more, would social media stalk them. Cyrin didn't think Arthur was the guy to do that. But Other people were.
He hums looking back at Arthur a moment longer before looking at the food, taking a mozzarella stick and biting into it, smiling slightly. One of his favorite snacks. He watches at the cheese stretches and then snap. He uses his finger, piling the excess cheese over the end of the stock before taking another bite.