The wind set Reigen's bones rattling, instilling in him the thought that perhaps he should've worn something other than a tracksuit to this thing. Mob was a bit more sensible--bundled up in a coat, and a scarf that covered most of his mouth and nose. It was obvious which of the two had parents around to scold them and advise them to dress warmly on such a chilly autumn night.
"Well, this place certainly
looks the part," Reigen muttered, teeth chattering as he rubbed his hands together rapidly and shoved them in his pockets. "Mob, you have the flashlight, right?"
Mob made a sound in the positive, attempting to maneuver his coat-padded arm into his pocket to pull out the flashlight in question. For the sake of mobility, he handed it over to Reigen, who took it and immediately began clicking it on and off, pointed at the ground, in an attempt to fidget. Reigen was all for fun and games, and to a certain extent, so was Mob, but there was a much better, more important reason for why they were there. The location had been the kicker--Lya Pointa was known for its haunted stomping grounds, and frankly, hosting a haunted house game there seemed like a recipe for trouble and civilian casualties. That is, IF any spirits decided to show up. "Wonder how we start? Just walk in? Or do we wait for some kind of MC to, like, I dunno, shepherd us into the--"
"Hey, Master," Mob interrupted Reigen's mutterings to point near the entrance of the place. "Someone's there already."
Reigen jumped slightly, then squinted into the dim evening at the boy. Was he... holding a pizza? Brows raising up as far as they'd go, Reigen cleared his throat and patted Mob on the shoulder. "Maybe he knows what's going on. Let's go ask, yeah?" As they neared, though, the boy muttered something and began to walk inside. Reigen paused, then looked to Mob with a small frown. "Maybe we should... just go in?"
Mob didn't respond right away--his only reaction a puff of steamy breath rising up when he tugged his scarf down to sniff the air. Pizza... His stomach growled--to make it all the way out there, he'd had to lie to his mom about grabbing dinner with a friend. "Yeah, let's go in," he said, small voice holding an edge of hopefulness that Reigen wasn't too sure he could interpret. He'd been too lost in thought to notice the noise of complaint from Mob's stomach, anyhow. With the young boy mostly leading the way, Reigen followed Mob into the cathedral, trying to ignore the shiver of something far more sinister than cold that ran up his spine.
[Entering area A!]