sᴛᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ, ғʟɪɴᴛ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍɪɴɢ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇsᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ.
ʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ, ᴀ ᴘʜᴏɴʏ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀs. ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴏɴ ᴀ ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ- ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏ, sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ.
ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ sɪɢɴ ;
sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜsʏɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴡʜᴀᴛ, ғʟɪɴᴛ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ
" R.. Reverend Putty..? "
ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏsᴇᴅ, ʜɪs ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ ᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴄʀɪsɪs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ɢᴜɪᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴘᴜᴛᴛʏ.
" I.. I need to confess my sins to someone and you're the only man I could think of.. "
ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴄʟᴀsᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ, ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴇɴᴅ.
it wasn't usual for anyone else but himself and orel to be in the church outside of sunday, not that the reverend minded too terribly. so when he heard a call for him from within the church, he wasn't sure what to expect.
oh boy, here we go.
" ah ... you ! "
his mind failed him as he tried to recall the man's name, all he could recall from his face was that he worked for puppington. assistant, maybe ? it wasn't of much concern to him one way or another. he rubs his palms together a bit awkwardly, eugh, they're sweaty, and glanced to the side with a forced smile.
" right - right now ? well, um, if you'd like to step into the repressional, i could, ah, give it a go. "
