[PSL - Avatar Wan and Judas]

[idreadbetrayingyou]

Sometimes being crammed into tents and tight spaces with Twelve other guys, even if they were like a family, meant one needed to get out sometimes. Simon and James had dragged Peter off to some club, Thad and John were probably smoking it up somewhere, and JC was lost in cat videos on Youtube on Matt's computer. So for now, he decided to just get out. Take a breather between sermons.

So he was out on the streets of another nameless town, a cigarette between his fingertips. It was, really, a nice night. It was a bit more of a country town, out buried in the woods, so soon enough he found himself walking down a street heading towards them. Couldn't remember the last time he had actually gone out into the woods properly.

But he heard something that caught his ears, and maybe it was a bit of Jesus with him as he ignored his first thought to keep on walking and instead followed the voice down a side street.

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[raavashing]

"Better implies that this isn't good enough," Wan replied with a twist of his lips. "It might not be for most people, but I don't mind it. I'm free to go where I want. Mostly. And I get by just fine. The spirits and the animals have shown me how to get along."

He wasn't actually a pot-smoker, but he sounded enough like one he had often gotten asked if he was holding by casual smokers and cops alike. He wasn't particularly offended by it. Most people couldn't see the spirits like he could.

"I make do just fine," he finished as he went for the water. "Mmm... but this is something I have a hard time getting for myself. Fresh, clean water. People who take pity on me will usually buy me a burger or a dollar taco or something. Things they can get for cheap that they think will tide me over. But they never think to get me something to drink. Thank you for remembering."

[idreadbetrayingyou]

"Better, for me, implies 'steady source of food'." Judas' lips curled up a little into a smile, meaning it as someone who had lived it. While the food definitely wasn't… plentiful at all times with the Twelve and Jesus, it was always enough to keep them going. He had significantly less while on the streets. Just some guy possibly with a bit of mental damage who connected to the animals, or connected more to the animals because they tended to be better than people. Either way, Judas wouldn't judge. Just how shit happened out on the streets.

"No problem. I remember how it was, man. I remember." It wasn't pretty by any means, but something like a bottle of water came in handy. Not just clean water, but it could hold refills from public drinking fountains and the like. Still, Judas leaned forward, taking another bite of his food before he asked, "so what do you want, then? Out of life, I mean? Everyone's got a goal."