#cain;

the edges of the wexley township should be familiar to her now, a map sketched in her mind of the territory that this kind-hearted community had staked out as their own. foolish was one word, but it'd saved her life— hadn't it?

the church has been off the path she's learned to trek from the farmland and back in her short time here. it doesn't even merit a visit, it shouldn't. still, she finds herself in its path, waiting to be found among the empty spaces of what to expect here. the doors are unlocked, a push is all it takes to reveal the space.

and the figure, which is just at the edge of her vision. bent down or stooped over, tending to something she doesn't look at. "'scuse me— they said this place was open to everyone?"

[txt: wooyoung~] hey im outside the studio I kinda wanna talk to you in person if I can

Wooyoung had never imagined being pulled in to dance with a group of street performers that day during his lunch break. It still made him smile to himself whenever he thought about it; what a bold move by the one he learned was named Cain. They'd exchanged numbers when he agreed to dancing together again someday and had texted back and forth a few times since, but his schedule wasn't so forgiving to let him meet up.

When he got a message that they were waiting out front, he was shocked — although the location of the KQ building wasn't unknown to the general public, so maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised. Still, he hadn't expected them to drop by unannounced the way they did.

[ text: cain] 😱😱😱

[text: cain] I'll be down in a few, hold on!

Excusing himself from what activities he'd been in the middle of, he headed down to the front doors with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. It wasn't hard to spot them, even though they'd only met in person once, so he went out to them.