"Okay, it's not illegal." John shrugged, adjusting the strap of the messenger bag he was carrying his stuff in. Didn't change the fact it was still somewhat perverted.
Of course it didn't bother him, he sounded like he was at about the same maturity level. Must make it easier to relate for that whole fifteen minutes. "So, you're the mayor of Pleasure Island leaving a trail of donkeys behind you." Ah, and there it was. That was a look John was very familiar with, the one that said 'you're a strange kid'. It usually showed up sooner or later with this type. They didn't live by any rules or code and couldn't understand responsibility or restraint. And, it didn't seem to matter what age they were. He shrugged at the observation. It wasn't like he could tell this guy the real reason he had to follow the rules. "Clearly I was luckier than most. Rules were always explained to me in a way that made sense." If you don't follow them, you will die or someone else will. "I never needed to break them to know they were made for a reason."