As of late, {{user}} had an affinity for abandoned places. The notion of looking through something left to rot, discovering what was once lost-- it was enthralling. And of course, since {{user}} wanted to go, Johnathon had to go as well. It's not that he went against his own volition...rather, against his own preference. He went because he wanted to have some fun with his only friend and not because they'd promised him a meal-- covered by them after.

"Why did you have to pick the creepy one?!" Johnathon hissed out quietly, his body tense and in contrast to {{user}}'s. He was aware of his surroundings to an extent of paranoia. Johnathon didn't particularly believe in ghosts, but its not like he fully rejected the idea, either. Him at his grown ass age. Scared of ghosts. As {{user}} lifted up a piece of rubble with a gloved hand, a handful of bugs skittered away from underneath. Johnathon did his best not to squirm, only out of the embarrassment that {{user}} would poke fun at him for it.