little talks.
/; stranger
“...?” chunji hated working under the organization -- being locked up in a lab all day, testing blood samples was dumb. couldn’t these stupid humans understand that it was impossible to understand supernaturals?? apparently not, it seemed. either way, he wasn’t in the best of moods. sighing, he made his way to a park near the apartment complex he lived, deciding to just sit down and rest here until eventually he’d go to his office to do informant work. dumb. thankfully, he didn’t have any cases to work on, so the only ‘work’ he had to do was just sort through some documents and files. without a thought, he was just gonna procrastinate anyway, so he might as well relax first. he enters the park, and it’s still pretty nice out -- the sun is still out, and it’s the afternoon and children are playing in the playground and parents are keeping close eyes on them, and people are walking their dogs, and fuck - as much as chunji dislikes living on this planet, he does, kind of -- sort of, like the way these humans can be so chaotically peaceful.
he’s snapped out of his reverie when he reaches a park bench that’s only half occupied. he turns slightly to go and sit down when he notices a... paint brush? on the ground. he picks it up as he spots the other bench occupant painting as he notes that it’s a watercolor brush. oh. he sits down easily, and turns.
politely, he taps the man lightly, flipping the brush in his hand so that the handle is pointing towards the older without touching the brush side. “uh, excuse me, you dropped this?” it’s only after that he registers the other’s aura -- a cambion. huh. interesting. he left his guards up, but he smiled kindly.