Private Conversations

[dominioned]

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.

Comments

[dominioned]

No. It was oversteeped by roughly 10 seconds, so while it was acceptable, every second matters when it comes to evoking the proper taste.

[ This sounds like its serious business. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Omg, Rem, please... ]

...Ten seconds? How can you even tell that in the first place?

[ He must be messing around with him. He's almost sure of it. ]

[dominioned]

[ He laughs lightly. ]

I have a sensitive tongue.

[reanbeans]

[ Jiii...well, he'll sigh. ]

Alright. Well, I guess there's no way to make a tea you'll be satisfied with, but I had to see if I could try.

...I think I'll also be leaving now. I hadn't anything else to say, so have a good evening.

[ He could say that without it just being false pleasantries, because he was still thankful of what the other did. ]

[dominioned]

Have a good evening, Rean. Don't be a stranger. [ And Rem can apparently just add on that at the end, it's daijoubu. ]