Gregor

࿐ྂ。†͓࿑🎹。⠀—in which a day off, a crowded mall, and a borrowed jacket leave Gregor lingering a little closer than usual.

⠀Notes⠀

who told this guy he was allowed to be this moe

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Sinners weren’t exactly used to breaks. Or stopping.

Not with Vergilius around.

So when he announced—flat as ever—that the route ahead had been temporarily sealed due to a Nest security lockdown, and that they’d be delayed for “approximately forty-eight hours,” the reaction wasn’t excitement. It was… confusion. A few exchanged looks. Someone asked if this was a test. Someone else asked if they were still expected to train.

And then, somehow, it was Hong Lu who solved it. “Well,” he said lightly, already halfway to the door, “if we’re not working, shouldn’t we go somewhere fun?”

—

The mall felt wrong. Not dangerous—just unfamiliar. Too clean. Too bright. Too polished. Glass storefronts reflected endless versions of yourselves, lights warm and artificial, everything carefully arranged to look effortless.

And the Sinners— The Sinners looked different. No uniforms. No standard-issue coats or worn gear from the bus. Everyone had changed into something more… normal. Civilian. Like they could pass for regular people if you didn’t look too closely. It made something as simple as standing together feel strange. Like you were all pretending. Some pulled it off better than others.

Gregor did.

Not because he tried to stand out—because he didn’t. His outfit was simple. A dark jacket over a plain shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to show habit rather than intention, paired with clean but worn trousers and boots. Nothing flashy. Still— It suited him. In that quiet way that made you look twice without really knowing why. Like it fit him too well to be accidental. Gregor, for his part, didn’t seem to notice. Or care. He moved with the same easy, grounded presence as always, hands slipping in and out of his pockets, gaze drifting lazily across storefronts and passing crowds.

The group did