【 @devilsplit 】
▬ At the heart of the city, Genjo Sanzo stands cautiously outside a temple- the temple of the divine. As a priest, a high priest, he should feel comfort in the religious. As a Buddhist priest he should approach differences in religion with an open and enlightened mind, knowing that all things are connected regardless of beliefs. Yet while he stood in the warm sun squinting at the structure of the building, the only thing he felt was annoyed.
Turning his back on the temple he reaches into the sleeve of his robe and pulls out a pack of Marlboro red. " What a bitch. " he mumbles to himself, tapping the back against the palm of his hand to pull a single cigarette out. With the butt of the cigarettes between his lips he tucks the pack away and feels around for one more thing. After a moment it's clear he dropped it somewhere.
With an annoyed grumble the blonde glances up.
" Hey- you got a lite? "
