Church

@Choi San Why did he look so serious? Sena's perfect amazing joke had not even gotten him a smile. , did he think he was serious?!

It was clear as day now that this man was troubled. Something was eating at him. Maybe that explained his poor sense of humour. 'I wonder whom he's looking for.' Sena pursed his lips, a shiver running down his spine. Even the sky was playing along, a cloud covering the Sun and casting them both into the shade. ' you God. Stay out of this.' At this rate Sena really was going to turn religious. After very, very obvious hesitation - rude - the man stated his name. It was short and cute. San. Sunny boy. Sena chuckled at how unfitting that nickname was.

"Ah..." Sena was pretty sure the Church had saved lots of people, but he didn't want to get into an argument with this dark, brooding guy. He had no doubts that it would lead nowhere. And who was he to argue for the Church? Something about sitting on the steps right outside of it must be messing with his mind.

"You'd like to be fed a burger, and I must pay for it?", Sena repeated and scoffed. 'Is he homeless? He doesn't look homeless.' Sena rose to his feet and dusted himself off. This guy was ridiculous. Sena partially felt contempt for being asked to pay for stuff by a stranger. He worked hard for the little money he had, and he needed it for himself. But, ah, he also felt pity for the guy. He looked like he'd been through a lot. Just this once, he'd loosen this wallet. "If you're starving, I'll buy you some food. But not here, in Pigneto. And this is a one time thing. If we meet again, I'm not buying you ."

@Sena "Free wine. " he repeated, obviously not catching onto the humor presented.
San glanced down at his knuckles that were obviously messed up, his eyes showing a brief moment of regret.
But - it needed to be done after all. Sena's following words having him raise his shoulders up to shrug.
"The church....is not a place for me. I am sick by it all, honestly. The only sin I have is not finding the person yet." His voice now shifting to a low, calm, yet scary manner.
Briefly glancing over to Sena, San figured it was only fair he now state his name.
His lips parted to emit a sigh as he caves.
"San." Was all he said before standing on his feet with a deep groan as his legs went numb from sitting too long.
"The church doesn't save anyone. But, are you hungry? I assume you have money based off your clothing and personality. I'd like to be fed a burger, you must pay for it."
San ever so casually stated, it was obvious he wasn't asking. He was telling.

He waited for Sena's response, his gaze glancing down at Sena as they sat down.
"You either go or go inside church. I'm leaving you behind."

@Choi San He could feel the others annoyance radiating off his body. 'Rude.', he thought to himself. 'Whatever.' He would forgive him, because he was hot and Sena was really just using him to procrastinate anyway. He smirked. 'I do way more than sit close to strangers.', he thought to himself and fought back a laugh. How funny. He was here because of a night of fun with a complete stranger, and now a different stranger was asking if he always infringed on strangers' personal space. He supposed he did.

"Oh you know, I'm just here for the free wine~", Sena joked, grinning because he was quite proud of that pun. He leaned back, pressing his palms into the cold stone to prop himself up and turned his head to give the guy another slow once over. "Sena. - What are you doing here? Here to repent for your sins?", he asked, his gaze lingering on the man's bruised fists. Whoever he'd hit with those had gotten hurt for sure. "Mass it about to start. Don't be a chicken, go on in. I'll be so nice as to join you."

@Sena San didn't linger his gaze for too long, he saw no purpose in staring for any longer than three seconds because he didn't know the individual nor had any connections other than the brief conversations from the previous night.
Though upon hearing footsteps heading in his direction, he exhaled an annoyed sigh before cursing under his breath. "."

Then came the chirpy voice, god dang it. He thought, slowly turning his head. He glances down to the distance between the two before meeting the excited males eyes.
"Do you always sit so close to strangers? Because...personal space is a thing. Yknow?" He comments before taking a moment to put his lighter away into the pocket of his hoodie.
"I can't see you attending church....but then again. Who am I to assume? What brings you around these parts, S....hm. Your name went blank." He was never huge on remembering names but that comes with the job. Remembering a name means he sees that as someone in his life, an attachment. He hated that.

@Choi San Sena was not a religious man, but he had made a promise that he'd go to Church once if he survived the night. He had, and what a lovely night it had been. Just in case there was indeed a God, Sena was here to honour his promise. He grimaced, tugging at his unfamiliar clothing. Black slacks and a white T shirt. So boring, so... modest. He was still wearing his platform boots. Not even the church could make him leave those behind. Sena stood outside the church and stared at the entrance. 'I won't be struck by lightning when I walk in, right?' God knew - if God existed - that he was not a holy person. The closest to holy Sena got was when he wore a y nun outfit to strip. Eh, how bad could it be, right? Mass was starting soon. Sena's original plan had been to attend it, but he was starting to chicken out. 'How long has it been since I've been here?' He didn't even remember. All he knew that it felt strange, unfamiliar, and unpleasant. With a sigh, he steeled his resolve and made his way up the stairs. Almost all the way up, he caught sight of a vaguely familiar face. He stopped and looked at the person. For a few moments his brain was just... churning... and then his eyes widened. It was that guy from the bar the other night! Eager to have an excuse to miss mass, Sena made his way over and promptly sat down to the guy. "Well hello again. Fancy seeing you here~" His eyes raked over the other's appearance, taking in the bruises on his fists and the wound on his face. Sena's first thought was anger management issues, his second that he had fought back while getting robbed.

@Sena The Lords Land.
Or at least thats what people say. San isn't a religious believer but something about the holy place he found soothing and peaceful.
His brown irises observed the crowd that fluctuates in and out of the church ground while he sat off to the side on a staircase. His eyes focused onto the road while flickering a lighter on and off as a personality tick.
His knuckles bruised and bleeding while he had a cut that is upon his right upper cheek.
He definitely looked like he had gotten into a fight of some sort.
He was merely just glad that the day was over and he finally had a break but soon enough his eyes laid upon a vaguely familiar individual.
"Drunkard" he comments as he witnesses the intoxicated male from a few nights ago.
He didn't take him to be a holy man, but I guess surprises happen.
Should he call him over? The question repeated in his mind as he contemplated the action.