It wasn't that Luca was an insomniac, really, he just much preferred nightlife to the alternative daylife. He always made sure to get some sleep once the sun rose above the horizon, but while it was down he could usually be found lingering with his two childhood friends in the seedier parts of the city. One of the said friends had dragged him to another of her favourite clubs that night, a small and cramped place at the bottom of some stairs, and of course it hadn't taken long for him to be recognised by someone he'd gotten on the wrong side of a while back. Luckily, Luca wasn't that big of a guy, it was easy for him to slip from the crowd and retreat back outside without being spotted. He wasn't really in the mood for a beat down at the moment; he'd have to meet up with his friend later, when she finally answered her damn phone.

Luca stared at the screen for a bit before sighing and tucking it into the pocket of his perhaps a little too short shorts, deciding that a walk would be good, something to distract him from the thumping of bass and the reminder of something that he couldn't have. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and set off, ignoring the obvious danger signs that loomed in the sky above. Cold weather had never bothered him too much anyway; he was mainly wearing his jacket to cover the gruesome scars that covered his arms. The worst thing that'd come from the rain was a cold, and while he hated those with a passion, the thought of catching one wasn't enough to motivate him to walk faster.

Of course, if there happened to be a dry laundromat nearby when it finally started raining, then that was just the right level of convenient to get him to dip inside. No running required. He turned to look through the window as the rain started to pick up intensity, smug despite his earlier lack of concern that he hadn't gotten too wet. He stepped back from the door to lurk by the back, leaning against the wall and pulling his phone back out from his pocket. A big part of him wished that he'd ducked into somewhere a little more exciting, but he doubted that many other places were open at this time. He opened candy crush saga on his phone, tapping mindlessly at the screen and listening to the rain as he waited for it to die down. It was only the sound of the door opening again that caused him to glance up, and what he had intended to be a quick look evolved into a full blown stare as he caught sight of who had just walked in.

Luca quickly decided that this scantily clad stranger was infinitely more interesting than a stupid mobile app, and slipped his phone away in favour of getting a better look. As Junji fiddled with the machine, Luca couldn't help but let his eyes wander. The silver haired boy hadn't been nearly as lucky as Luca, and the sleepwear he was wearing was scandalous enough without the rain plastering it to his skin. He could feel the beginnings of a sympathetic smile tugging at his lips as he watched Junji pull himself onto the counter, his hand coming up to toy with the half done up zip of his jacket. He really did hate showing his scars in public, but it was probably worth it if it meant getting a pretty boy in his debt. He debated with himself for another minute or two before finally approaching the boy, shrugging off his jacket and leaning against the counter.

"You look like you need this more than me," he said as he offered the clothing to the ethereal boy, trying his best to keep any and all traces of lust from those dull blue eyes of his. Hopefully Junji wouldn't mind the smell of smoke that clung to the fabric; Luca wasn't big on cigarettes, but he did have a nasty habit of burning things down from time to time. "What're you doing in here at a time like this?" Dressed like that. Luca definitely wasn't complaining, this boy's arrival had made his boring night interesting again, but he couldn't help but be curious. He didn't know anything about him, including his name, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn't already invested.

There was a subtle look of amusement in his eyes as Junji tried to cover himself up. Luca had already seen all that he wanted, but he didn't say that aloud. Although he often spoke without thinking, a part of his brain wanted to keep from scaring his boy off. After all, his interest had been caught now by the rain drenched figure, and once that happened it was hard to shake him. He watched as the other boy pulled his jacket on, only really half aware of the cold that began to seep into the bare skin of his arms. Now that his jacket was gone he found himself pushing his hands into the shallow half-pockets of his shorts, half hoping that the fading burn marks on his skin wouldn't be noticed. Setting fires for fun was one thing, but getting away when they got out of hand was another thing entirely. Thankfully, he knew how to take care of himself well enough by now, so most of his scars wouldn't end up being permanent.

The only scars that seemed to linger were those that littered his back and that one on his cheek, eternal reminders of his messy childhood. He didn't like to think about them much; lingering on those memories brought on nightmares much like the ones Junji suffered when he tried to sleep. Luca's fingers brushed against the cool metal of a pocketknife he had forgotten that he was carrying, and the sudden chill managed to ground him before he stumbled into any particularly distressing scar-themed thoughts. He ran his fingers gently across it as he listened to the pretty stranger talk, unable to help the way his eyes fell on his lips as they moved. He almost zoned out, missing the words that left Junji's mouth until he laughed, bringing Luca back to reality. He let out a noncommittal hum of agreement as the unexpectedness of the storm was brought up, glancing out the window to watch the rain pounding outside. He had to hide the beginnings of a smile though, his immature mind amused by anything associated with the word pounding.

It was Junji glancing at him that brought his gaze back towards the boy, blue eyes meeting those across from them. It was pretty obvious that now was the time for him to explain what he was doing there. He decided to leave out the part about him running from a party, although he was aware of the smell of alcohol that clung to his shirt. "I was just passing by when the storm started, so I came in," he said simply, offering a bit of a half smile. "I'm super far from home so I was gonna wait it out instead of walking all that way in the rain." His friend was supposed to be his ride, but she was probably drunk and in bed with a stranger, leaving him in a laundromat with no money and a shitty pocketknife. Despite what he told Junji, he had no intention of walking home at all. If anything he'd just sleep in an alleyway with the rats and the murderers.

The sound of thunder split across the silence, and Luca found himself flinching before he could stop it. He had never dealt too well with loud noises, especially since loud noises had always meant danger when he was a child. His brows furrowed in a subtle frown, teeth coming down on his lower lip briefly while he waited for the spike of fear to disappear. Finally he sighed and pulled his left hand from his pocket, rubbing idly at his other arm to distract from the embarrassment that bloomed across his cheeks. "I'm guessing you live a lil' closer," He said, trying to move things along slightly. "What's your name? I'm Luca." Probably a little late for introductions, but better late than never.