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

[bawcock]

Since when has anything between us ever been "proper"? [ 'Cause all the lights and whatever that was?? Not proper. Or friendly! ]

[dominioned]

[ Siiiigh, Erik has a point but Rem won't admit it. ]

If I ever find myself seeking company in the evening, I shall visit your room. [ This isn't going to happen, but what almost did happen was "bed" instead of room. ]

[bawcock]

[ your cr is still not high enough to ride this ride ]

And I'll keep inviting myself to do the same. If I take the museum to be your room, that is.

[dominioned]

[ he would be grievously wounded if he actually wanted that and not to troll, but he's being denied in both instances!!! ]

Considering you took upon it yourself to infiltrate the castle, I would not be all that surprised to find you in my actual room.

[bawcock]

[ super denied!! and even if he used "bed" it would've ended in disappointment!!! ]

You might be right if you said that two weeks ago! Or three. Now? Not so much. I'll let you keep your precious room all to yourself and keep my thieving hands out of it.

[dominioned]

I doubt there would be anything of interest to you, I'm not really one to keep personal effects.

[ He tilts his head slightly at the "Not so much" part. ]

[bawcock]

I'd be surprised if you were! [ Hands on his hips! ] Gazing at art seems more up your alley than sentimental keepsakes.

[ Speaking of, what did Rem do to that sculpture? Givin' it a glance. ]

[dominioned]

I prefer playing music to both.

[ It's basically a somehow neatly folded origami box now. Not literally origami but close enough. ]

[bawcock]

[ Rembrandt, what even. He's going to have to step closer to get a better look at this 'cause, why. ]

What kind of music?

[dominioned]

Beethovan, Bach, Saint-Saëns, classical if you're not familiar. [ Kind of like this except more box shaped. And not as smooth given the material, but close enough. ]