#LKDJDGKJ SORRY TO OLIVER FOR ALMOST GETTING KNOCKED OUT

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in keller's defense, the place is weird. even someone with his limited ability can tell that the energy of this place is almost suffocating. it's left him on guard, tense even as he wandered as casually as he could manage from room to room — you can't let them know you're afraid, after all. still, the heightened awareness that at any time something could decide to sink its theoretical (or literal, he doesn't know) claws into him has made him quick to act ... to the point of almost taking someone's head off in his panic.

it doesn't take him long to realize that the person he almost murdered is, in fact, entirely human; even keller can tell that. he immediately yanks the skillet back, free hand going over his mouth in shock. "shit, i'm sorry, oh my god, dude, i — i thought you were a demon, i'm so sorry," he starts, voice high pitched and full of anxiety. dark eyes widen almost comically, and if this was a television show, keller would probably be memed into oblivion. he's awkwardly fretting over the other when another man comes in.

it takes keller's eyes a moment to focus on him in the dim lighting, gaze trailing first from the — is that a cross? he almost asks, stupidly, if it is indeed a cross necklace, but then he looks up at his face. oh. oh no. oh no. keller's chest tightens a little as he looks at him, heat creeping up his neck to his cheeks as he takes in his serious expression and processes the sound of his voice. keller kang has never had good timing because how has he actually managed to find the prettiest man in existence in a haunted, abandoned hotel of all places after almost killing (presumably) his friend? good grief, why is there such a pretty man in a place like this anyway?

"okay, before you do some ... weird prayer to smite me or something," keller interjects, gesturing vaguely at what he's still fairly certain is a cross, "i thought he was a demon! this place is crawling with them and i thought he was gonna kill me!" he waves around the hand holding the skillet as he speaks, careful to not hit anyone with it as he does. "what are you guys even doing in here? it's not safe!"

normally, chae seungjae didn't do this sort of thing. before he had met oliver and kaede, anyway. back then, he focused mostly on possessions, on people that seemed to be suffering from a similar fate that he once had, in a different lifetime. the walking around in abandoned buildings with suspicious activity had always been more of kaede's thing... yet, it seemed she never failed to drag him along for it somehow. however, even though seungjae had said this kind of job was not what he was looking for, he couldn't deny the strange energy he had felt the moment he had stepped inside. it felt almost familiar, in some way — like it was trying to gauge why he felt different from the rest... like it was trying to pull him in.

it had left him unsettled, feeling unsettled as they walked through the hallways and peeked into different rooms. kaede and oliver didn't really seem to notice anything different yet, chatting as they normally would whenever they were out on business like this — after all, seungjae had always been a little more sensitive to such energies than they had been.

in his attempt to tune them out and focus on what they actually came here to do, though, it seemed the exorcist had completely missed the noises coming from a fourth unknown person in that building — only becoming aware of it once he heard a very startling yelp, followed by oliver shouting incomprehensible words in return.

seungjae became more alert almost immediately, taking quick and long steps to pass ahead of kaede and see what was going on. he wasn't feeling any strong evil energies coming from this room, but... could he have been wrong? his mind was still thinking of all the possibilities and preparing for the worst as he clutched the rosary wrapped around his hand tightly, brows furrowed as he stepped closer to his companion. his eyes were still searching for the source of the original noise when he spoke, voice low, but firm. " oliver, what's going on? "