Punk's Persuasion

If there was one thing Punk definitely didn't enjoy spending his fee time doing, it was going to church. He found the place far too stuffy, the priests too stern, and the nuns often acted rather snooty and holier-than-thou (although, he supposed the latter was probably true anyways). He much preferred the hustle and bustle of the night clubs he was assigned to work at, or the casinos where he so often won or lost most of his money. However, today was a special occasion, with good food on the line, and he'll be damned before he let some stuffy church prevent him from tasting some delicious mochi.

This is what led Punk to his current predicament. To make mochi that would please even Allocer, one had to get the spring water he currently had blessed and made into holy water. What about the holy water changed the way the mochi would taste Punk would never know, but then again he never claimed to be a chef nor understand the tastes of demons. He pushed open the large stone doors to the church, immediately greeted by the warm light of the candles and the bustling of several nuns as they all scrambled to prepare for the mochi moon's festivities that were but a few days away.

Though there were plenty of nuns about, Punk much preferred to attempt to find someone with a bit more authority, trying to circumvent any unneeded bouncing around. He wandered deeper into the church, the crowd eventually thinning out as he got to places he assumed he probably wasn't meant to actually go, though no one attempted to stop him. He moved some velvet out of the way as he went through a doorway, eyes landing upon the only other person in the room, immediately recognizing him as the head priest Oleander.

Despite Punk's lack of attendance to the church, Oleander was well known by most of Burrowgatory as being rather... lax in his attitude, and particularly easy to persuade, so all in all finding him was the best luck he could've had to accomplish his goal. Oleander eventually noticed his presence, turning to Punk and approaching with a surprising amount of an airy sort of gracefulness, tail lazily swaying back and forth.

"Ah, hello. I don't believe we've ever met? I presume you are here for the church services, though you've wandered a bit far for that...?" Oleander trailed off in a way that insinuated he was asking for a name, though his eyes wandered to look over Punk in a way he was rather familiar with, thanks to night club patrons and his own rather promiscuous boyfriend Vee.

"Punk. And no, nothing like that. I'm not an idiot, I know the services won't be for several more days. I just need this spring water to be blessed and made into holy water for some mochi." Punk shook the container holding the spring water to illustrate his point, shrugging. Oleander narrowed his eyes at the water thoughtfully, as if considering his options.

"Holy water for mochi? My, it's been quite a while since that's been requested of me... and by a stranger no less." He hummed, stepping a bit closer and into Punk's personal space, lightly flicking the zipper of his leather jacket with a finger. He looked up at him with a sly, flirtatious smile, which Punk couldn't help but respond to with a raised eyebrow and grin of his own.

"Normally I would deny such a request, however~... The preparations and such have me /quite/ stressed lately... Perhaps we can each do something for the other?" Punk tilted his head thoughtfully, giving Oleander a once-over of his own. He'd be remiss to say Oleander wasn't rather attractive. The multicolored light of the stained glass filtering through gave him an almost ethereal look, which definitely worked well with his appearance. He slowly grinned, licking his lips as he leaned down a bit so they were at eye level, lips a mere inch away from brushing against each other.

"So an exchange, then? Yeah, I guess that's only fair after all~..."

In the end, Punk got his holy water, and all it cost was a couple hours and a rather fun time with a priest. And while he certainly wouldn't be attending church services after the mochi moon festival, he did take the chance to attend a few. Even if it was only to watch in amusement as the head priest walked a little funny.