Persistent Serenity //Open//

No reply, huh?

P.J. could feel the tension in the room build more and more as the dead silence of the church continued. Maybe he shouldn't have asked her that. Peej knew he'd have to be careful with what he said to Anria. The slightest bit of curiosity could send her exploding like a time bomb.

After what felt like hours (which likely was only 30 seconds), P.J. finally spoke up. "It's okay if you don't know. I don't really know about myself either."

Peej's eyes darted around the room, desperate to find something to fill the awkwardness. He looked down at his clothes and remembered how lazy he was getting ready that morning. 

"Hah...I guess I could've taken the time to fix my hair or something. I look like a hot mess!" he deprecatingly joked about himself.

P.J. felt blood rush to his cheeks. His large blue eyes widened, and he looked away in embarrassment. "W-what?! N-no..I wasn't...I-I didn't mean to...oh god..." P.J. stuttered out.

Flirtatious jokes...one of Peej's few weaknesses. P.J. never understood why this particular type of joke always left himself stuttering and lost for words. Maybe it was the subject of dating itself? He had not been in many relationships at all, almost none, in fact. P.J. was so stubborn and modest about the idea of other people liking him. He would just block them off, unless he was sort of okay with them. Many people started to see him as undatable (also adding the fact he has bat wings), and left him alone. 

Like always, P.J. didn't care.

God, why do I have to freak out over a JOKE? P.J. It's a JOKE. Anria isn't hitting on you, she was telling a JOKE. A flirtatious JOKE. Did I mention it was a JOKE? Oh yeah, it's a JOKE. 

P.J. laughed off his embarrassment rather awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his neck, and ducked his head, trying to hide his red face. 

"Anyway, what do you think of this Haven place? And don't give me the redundant bullcrap about 'oh, nice, friendly, blah blah blah' because I want some creativity, K?"

The smaller teen looked up at Anria, and nodded. He thought about his answer carefully, and soon responded, "It's...better...than before. Before here, I lived on the outskirts of a city, and my parents had a very strict closed-door-policy. I barely left the house, I was homeschooled, and I never met face-to-face with the rest of society. But here I have some more freedom and safety. I dunno all that much about the residents here, I'm pretty introverted. Old habits die hard.

"So...I don't really have an exact opinion about this place. All I can say is that it's better. What about you?"

Something about Anria captivated P.J.'s interest. He didn't exactly know what made him like her so much, maybe it was the mutual love for ruin and death. But even that was different for both of them. Anria would most likely to the killing and ruin, and P.J. would just watch. 

P.J. nodded to Anria's statement in agreement. He mirrored her sinister smirk as the picture of Anria killing members of...them. "If you ever did kill someone here, I'd be glad to help you eliminate the evidence."