Double D always figured that he knew himself pretty well. Sure, he knew that even he could surprise himself at times with a random act of cleverness or stupidity, but that was a fact of life. You'd learn that sometimes you're smarter or dumber than you actually thought you were.
However, the latest situation wasn't one related to that. It was a weird fact about himself he couldn't help but think that was particularly contradictory to his perceived personality.
The fact was that it was ridiculously easy for him to lie to people.
Sure, the fact that he's worked on Eddy's scams for years doesn't escape him. Of course committing himself to blatant acts of dishonestly would form a skills involving deception, of misdirection, of absolute trickery. They did it for candy back when they were kids, so it was something he had actively practiced.
That didn't mean the fact still surprised him at times. Especially when he started attending Ever After and Monster High, when practicing those lies gained an almost different feeling to them.
You see, in Peach Creek, everyone already knew who he was. The cul-de-sac kids knew exactly who he hung out with, what they did, and how exactly they did it. While they did still fall for the Ed's lies, that doesn't mean they weren't well aware of their respective natures. Especially when it came to the dynamic they offered to the rest of the town.
They even had their own distinctive ways of lying. Ed would lie simply using his ignorance and perceived idiocy to fool people into thinking he's genuine. Eddy would play on his own charisma, using appropriate language and risky tactics that would insure a sale or not for their dubious products. Double D himself had the method of using half truths and using his intelligence to make any thing sound convincing and backed by logic.
In Peach Creek, they were known as liars and scam artists.
In Bookend and New Salem, they weren't.
In this town, people only knew of the Ed's as three strange kids that inserted themselves into the daily lives of their inhabitants. They were helpful, sometimes odd, but people wrote them off simply due to having bigger problems in their lives to focus on. They were still building up their reputations.
Unlike their hometown, their reputation was carefully cultivated and centered around the fact of their mystery, the confusion they bring. Nobody knows anything about them that they don't plan to share, the people they confide in few. The only one that knew the truth was Bloodgood, but she was the one to help supply their entrance in.
Nobody knew who they were.
In moments like this, when he thought about this type of things quite often, he couldn't help but wonder if he actually knew himself as well as he thought.