The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.
A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.
"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"We're in a museum now, Harry.
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dominioned) wrote2019-12-03 07:17 pm
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Understood. [ He tilts his head as he watches her prepare to leave. ]
For the record, I do not find your forethought a bad quality. You'll have to forgive me for playing devil's advocate, as it were. [ His smile is all teeth. Yeah, he totally wanted to see how she would deal with the situation regardless of his opinion. He knows better than to underestimate humans, even if his worries are different from hers.
Can't overcook his meal, this time. ]
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Oh, a pun. Your charms are truly devilish, Rembrandt.
[She can't believe this conversation ended with a pun. Golly, Rembrandt, you totally did that on purpose too]