Mall

@☫ Kim Byeongkwan She listened to the demon, eyes studying his face as he spoke. She couldn’t help but offer a smile in return to him as he spoke, then at the mention of angels being supposed to be caring she frowned and shook her head. “It’s all a lie… if they were caring then the exterminations wouldn’t happen. They talk so much about peace and love and forgiveness and then hide from everyone that they come down here to kill. How do they live with themselves?” she questioned, not really looking for an answer before she heard the man’s reassuring words. “You mean it?” she q asked, smiling slightly before offering a hand. “I’m Tsuki… do you have a name or should I just call you ‘the nice one’?”

@⊹ Fukutomi Tsuki "Well... now that you're in hell, you can say screw purpose," Byeongkwan gave her a lopsided grin. This felt a bit like he was corrupting the innocent girl, but in reality he was trying to provide her a bit of comfort in this desolate world called hell. Maybe if someone did this for him when he was little, he wouldn't have turned out as ed up as he was now– if there was such thing as *not* being ed up as a hellborn. "Just live life on your own accord! I know angels are supposed to be... *caring* and all, but look where that got you." At the rare compliment, he almost cackled. "Don't worry, kid. Stick with me. I'll protect you." Whether he meant it genuinely, nobody would know.

@☫ Kim Byeongkwan She nodded solemnly at his question, not proud of her fallen status at all. Then at his next words she sighed and nodded again. “I guess, I always helped people up there because that was my job, it’s what I was supposed to do. Down here nobody trusts anyone to accept any help. It’s like…” she paused for a moment before turning her head to look at the hellborn. “I don’t think I have a purpose anymore.”
Tsuki couldn’t help chewing the inside of her cheek as she shook her head slightly before chuckling slightly. “I think you’re the only decent person I’ve met so far.”

@⊹ Fukutomi Tsuki He was rather surprised to see his words making the other feel better. If it was him, he'd probably smack the hell out of whoever was this bad at 'comforting.' But then again, the girl wasn't really like him at all. That's what made her interesting. "Ahh, so a fallen angel is it? You know... self-righteousness isn't something you should be *completely* ashamed of. There's been worse sins committed around here. And you seem like the type to help people, right?" Against his whole being, Byeongkwan reached out a hand to give her nestled head a quick pat. "There, there. At least the company's better in hell." Seeing her shift in demeanor, however, he added in a hurried "—or not" lest she got sick of his constant sarcasm.

@☫ Kim Byeongkwan She forced another little laugh at the man’s words, shaking her head, before she managed to fully stop the tears from leaking from her eyes in time to hear his question about what she was.
“I’m an-“ she stopped herself, realising that she couldn’t exactly call herself an angel anymore and the tears that she’d worked so hard to stop were flowing freely again. “I was an angel but I messed up.” she drew her knees up to her chest, working on wiping away her tears all over again. “I was self righteous and thought I was doing the right thing and yet now I’m here and I had to sell my soul to someone just to make sure I don’t get murdered.” her tears had stopped as she realised that she was beginning to get angry rather than the sadness she’d been feeling earlier.

@⊹ Fukutomi Tsuki "It's alright, I guess. Cry all you want." He glanced away in an attempt to alleviate the awkwardness. "Not like anyone here is going to give a crap. They got their own problems." Byeongkwan was *definitely* not the right person to be comforting anybody. He never had the tact for it, but it wasn't like he was lying to her. Glancing around, all the other mall patrons simply went about their business as if there wasn't a girl bawling her eyes out on the bench next to a guy who could pass for a hoodlum. Strange, isn't it? But that was hell for you. Was this what it was like to have a sibling? Though Byeongkwan would've been exasperated by any other person crying to him, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the other. "Say... you don't seem like the type to belong in hell. What *are* you exactly?"

@☫ Kim Byeongkwan She tried to control herself and calm herself down, but no matter what she tried she couldn’t seem to stop the tears from pouring down her cheeks. “I-I don’t know…” she responded, shaking her head as she did so. Hearing the mans attempt at bringing up the mood, she laughed slightly through her tears, still trying to wipe them away with her sleeve before shaking her head. “I’m sorry… I don’t know how to stop. I’ve never-“ she cut herself off as she fanned her eyes, trying to take deep breaths as she found herself beginning to calm down slightly. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that before… I’m so sorry.” she sighed and shook her head as she spoke, blinking her eyes a few times.

@⊹ Fukutomi Tsuki "Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly, "Didn't mean to scare you." Byeongkwan was never the type to approach his prey, so the fact that he was actually conversing with the girl made him rather awkward. Of course, he wasn't oblivious to her instinctual retreat or sudden tears either, but feeling pity for his targets was out of the norm as well. There was just something about her breaking down in front of a random stranger that made her seem too naive a thing for the grasps of hell. How did she end up here? "A-are you... good?" He never would've imagined a day where he sat comforting one of his potential targets. In an effort to bring up the mood, he quipped sarcastically, "You don't have to be *that* grateful to me, you know. If it was anyone else, they'd probably rob you blind." The bold-faced lie almost made him chuckle. "So, stop crying or someone's going to take advantage of you."

@☫ Kim Byeongkwan Tsuki had been deep in her thoughts debating on whether she could sew well enough to make her own top that she’d be comfortable wearing. The tap on her shoulder made her jump and cower away slightly, her instincts telling her that everyone here was dangerous, but then came the man’s voice and she blinked in surprise at first before looking to see the coins. She checked her pockets, finding them to be empty and a confused look came across her features.
“I… thank you…” she responded, taking the coins and slipping them into her pocket as she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands moved to wipe at her eyes, not all too familiar with the sensation before she looked at the man. “Sorry… I shouldn’t be crying. Why am I crying?” the question was meant more for herself as she did what she could to blink the tears away.

@⊹ Fukutomi Tsuki Seeing her disappear into a nearby store, Byeongkwan paused his pursuit. He decided to swipe a magazine from a nearby newsstand and pretended to innocently read it on the bench opposite the store's entrance. It didn't take long for the girl to finish, but she came out empty-handed. And to his surprise, she headed right in his direction, making him quickly jump to the bench behind them. 'This is *too* easy,' he thought, waiting for her to situate herself before his nimble hands went to work. Without the slightest alarm to his target, he grabbed all the coins in her pocket. However, it was such a pathetic sum that he had to stop and stare at his hands to process the absurdity of the situation. 'That's it?! Even *I'm* richer than this.' He actually felt kind of bad. She was like him back in the day– making do with a few measly coins. So Byeongkwan ended up doing something he didn't imagine he would ever do. He lightly tapped the girl on her shoulder. "Hey, I believe you dropped this."

@☫ Kim Byeongkwan Frowning to herself, Tsuki briefly glanced around, feeling as though she was being watched. She couldn’t see anyone that looked anymore suspicious than anyone else in the mall, although to her almost everyone looked at least somewhat suspicious. Instead of looking further, she kept her eyes focused on the floors and the walls as she kept moving on to the next shop until finally she found one piece of clothing that she might have been comfortable wearing. She’d darted into the shop quickly, and upon touching the fabric of the long sleeved top a grimace spread across her face as she instantly jerked her hand away, the fabric feeling staticky and clingy. Sighing and shaking her head she’d left the shop and taken a seat on a bench in the middle of the mall, scratching the backs of her hands as she tried to work out what she could do about clothes.

@⊹ Fukutomi Tsuki It was a rather quiet day for Byeongkwan– not much paid work was required of him, so he decided a trip to the mall would bring about some inspiration for fun. It would've been fine to just pull a couple pranks on the unsuspecting patrons, but then the idea of 'why not make a few coins while I'm here' came about. Glancing around at his potential prey, his eyes landed on a head of brightly-colored hair sauntering along the shops' windows. Perfect, he thought. She looked easy enough. He began trailing behind his target, making sure to keep enough distance so she wouldn't get suspicious. However, that didn't seem to be a big problem since she appeared entirely preoccupied with her shopping.

@☫ Kim Byeongkwan Tsuki sighed to herself as she entered the mall, looking for a clothes shop that looked like they’d sell things she was moderately okay with wearing. She’d managed to gather together a few coins, just enough to buy a new jumper to replace the one she had with its hems beginning to fray.
Frowning to herself she looked in the window displays of each of the shops trying to spot anything that she might want to wear. It appeared that few of the shops were her type of places and so after realising that the shop had nothing for her she’d move onto the next one, gradually growing frustrated after the repeated disappointment.