[center][h1][color=rosybrown]Luca Petulengro[/color][/h1]
[b]Location:[/b] The church
[b]Tags:[/b] [@Stekkmen]
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A half eaten piece of rye toast with strawberry jelly sat on the desk in the young priest's office. It had long since gone cold. The half empty bottle of protein shake next to it had gone warm. Luca tended to hyper focus when he worked, so trivial things like food often got forgotten. As he would clean it up later, he would hear the words of Mrs. Glenn in his head. 

[i]"You're too thin, dear, you need to eat more."[/i]

This statement was usually followed by a plastic wrapped plate of baked goods being thrusted at him. Luca was always happy to except gifts, especially home cooked food. It was true that he'd lost several pounds since his priesthood began. When he had first come to the church as a teenager, he had been fairly well built from years of hard work on the farm. He slowly lost that mass as his focus turned to education. And now that he was helping to run the church, his face was wearing near gaunt. The stress probably had something to do with it.

Nothing stressed him out more than the idea of professional killers taking harbor in his church. It had been several hours since he called the hunters, and he had done his best to put it out of his mind. He turned to his work; Luca was paging through his Bible, writing down notes on his outline for that week's sermon. He also paused every once and a while to write quotes that he thought would work well for the homeless ministry.

Speaking of which, he needed to make the daily thought cards. He had gotten behind on that recently. It was just a little verse written on a card and handed out in the ministry. Something to give those who lived there something to think about throughout their day. Luca got up and picked up the one he had written; he needed to go make some copies. He picked up his plate and tossed the bottle into the trash as he headed out into the church.

The young man stopped by the kitchen to put his dirty plate in the dishwasher, then headed to the office to have Mrs. Gloria make him some copies. When he got there, the two chatted some more. Mrs. Gloria offered him a peppermint candycane, leftover from Christmas. Luca smiled and tucked it away into the front pocket of his sweater to save for later.

He left the office with two small stacks of card, rubber banded together. He cut through to chapel to get to the ministry, but paused about halfway down the isle. There was a man in one of the pews that he didn't recognize. While it wasn't overly uncommon for people to come in off the streets, Luca wondered if maybe this was one of the hunters.

He approached quietly before he voiced himself. His voice, as always, was quiet and a bit on the meek side, his accent notable. Where it was from, however, was a bit harder to place.

"Excuse me sir, can I help you?"