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[bloodsugar]

A): phone - mid-morning.

[OPEN;]

[one hazard of spending a good deal of your time lurking on the phone lines is that one might become prone to forgetting that people can HEAR you while you listen. so, it's entirely innocent, of course, when the half-absent and somewhat petulant mumble comes across the phone lines sometime this morning.]

...all this talk of Valentines Day... honestly! As if they're rubbing it in some of us are destined to be forever alone. 'Vow of celibacy'? More like vow of perpetual and ongoing boredom.

[...a pause.]

It's not like I wanted to find out what a romantic holiday with another human being is like, regardless... eh? I'm sure edible underwear isn't all it's cracked up to be, anywa--

[...]

Eh? [wait for it.]

AH--

[...there's a rather flustered squawk, and a hasty CLICK of the phone into the cradle.]

[filter to Charles Fei-Ong]

Alright, so maybe I'm a little late in checking in. You'll forgive me, right? After all, I'm sure you've been busy collecting recipes and taste testing! [no really are you okay... :| last time he saw you, after all, was... uh, colorful, to say the least.]

...I don't suppose you'd be up for a cup of tea, Charles? [he has a feeling you'll just bs him even if you weren't alright over the phone, anyway. CLEARLY HE MUST BE NOSY IN PERSON.]

[filter to Esther Blanchett]

Esther-- do you have a minute? There's... ah, something I wanted to ask you. [AND IT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH EDIBLE UNDERWEAR HE SWEARS DEAR GOD.]

[filter to Django]

How are you holding up, partner? I hope the radio silence is because you've been gloriously enjoying the sunshine, hm? Making up for lost time and all that...! [are you okay partner? :(]

B): action; 1648 Albright Lane - lunchtime.

[there's the smell of something burning, late in the morning approaching lunchtime -- and if Rachel or Cain follows their nose, they might find the source in the form of one (1) Abel Nightroad with his drone wife's FRILLY PINK APRON several sizes too small draped around his neck and haphazardly tied back in the process of butchering... grilled cheese. yes, he is a total failure.

...somehow, he's gotten butter all over the counter and is trying to catch an overturned bottle of orange juice that is apparently spilling its contents over and onto the floor. the pan is burning and he's jostling cups and plates, trying not to drop EVERYTHING EVER as he fumbles to cease the spill of juice fruitlessly.

NO ONE SAID YOUR DAD WAS GOOD AT BEING DOMESTIC. this is why.]

C): action; around town - afternoon.

[the tall, lanky, and often times clumsy priest is among your streets today, Mayfield! anyone similarly prone to hitting up the bakery quite often might recognize his face, or simply wish to gape at the way he's leaving cheerily with a bag under his arm and so engrossed in the effort of inhaling the vanilla frosted doughnut in his hand he is clearly not paying attention to anything else. ...like the sidewalk. which, he may or may not inevitably trip over at an uneven crack and WOEFULLY lose his doubtlessly precious bounty as the bag tumbles to spill the fruits of his labor everywhere...

...and maybe his doughnut might happen to ah. misplace... itself from his hand and end up on your face. WHAT DO?]

D): action; church - evening.

[Abel's day eventually brings him to someplace to seek solace, to rest a weary soul... or something of that effect. one who enters might be hard pressed to FIND said priest who should be more or less easy to spot on the regular, right? how many 6'4 lanky bastards in cassock ARE there in here?

...but if one is apt enough, they might notice that the Father's side of the confessional is occupied. do you care to confess? ...or notice that said Father might just be lightly snoring if you listen hard enough...]

Comments

[kinship]

How reassuring.

[Not.]

I think I'd prefer to offer these up in silent prayer, just in case.

[bloodsugar]

[SIGHS...]

Really? How disappointing...

[kinship]

...Any sin I confess in here will be absolved, right?

[Not that he's just thought of one or two that might get him in hot water, like Haruko destroying Abel's bedroom earlier.]

[bloodsugar]

[THANKS FOR THAT, CAIN.]

Yes, yes. God is willing to forgive any of His children who come to Him with a pure heart seeking repentance.

[kinship]

Then... I sort of encouraged a new friend to smash a hole in your bedroom wall and now it's open to the air.

1/2

[bloodsugar]

Ah. Well. If you say twelve Hail Marys, and consider meaningful prayer to cleanse your--

[bloodsugar]

--WHAT?! You did WHAT?!

WHY in God's name would you--

[kinship]

Twelve Hail Marys... got it!

[He might just be laughing on his side of the partition now.]

[bloodsugar]

CAIN!

[he's pushing the grate open and just about SHOVING HIS HEAD IN.]

What the-- [hell] --good... HEAVENS are you--

[SDLKFJSLKDJF. do you see him mentally keysmashing.]

[kinship]

[OH GOD THERE'S A DISEMBODIED HEAD IN HIS SIDE OF THE CONFESSIONAL!!!! He yelps and stares, backing up against the wall.]

She said she could phase through walls, so I told her to show me on yours. Turns out she meant smash a hole and walk through.

[bloodsugar]

[alskjdlkfjsdf AGHHH.]

What were you thinking?! Why couldn't you go somewhere else to see this stupid trick?!

[kinship]

...No.

[Of course not, it was funny seeing her break Abel's wall.]

I'm sure you'll get by if you clear the rubble off the bed.

[bloodsugar]

Oh, sure. What's it matter long as it's my room, right?! Not like it matters to you I'll be sleeping exposed to the frigid elements where all the neighbors can see, huh?!

[kinship]

Don't be such a baby, it's getting warmer and as long as you wear clean pajamas then nobody will mock you.

Much.

[bloodsugar]

[alksjdf reaching through to poke at him. repeatedly. in the side.]

SURE, THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!!

[kinship]

Hey--! Hey! You have to stay professional and offer me absolution!

[bloodsugar]

Well, then, my son-- [POKE POKE POKE POKE] Let me offer you absolution, hm? I've deigned your penance is death by tickle. I'll collect now, thank you!

[kinship]

Is that God's will, or yours?

[Don't tickle him in church, YOU ARE THE WORST PRIEST EVER.]

[bloodsugar]

[TICKLING MORE FOREVER.]

Does it matter? I am His servant and vessel, of course!

[kinship]

[How is Abel not being struck down for this blasphemy?]

G-get off!

[bloodsugar]

[THERE IS NO GODDDD etc etc]

Nope! Don't think I will. You aren't done repenting~!

[kinship]

But... but I've got more to confess!

[Wriggling away, trying to bat at those arms coming through the grate oh god it's like a horror movie.]

[bloodsugar]

[his arms are so long there's no escape...]

Go ahead, I'm listening!

[kinship]

I can only confess if you're on your side of the partition, with the grille CLOSED.

[bloodsugar]

Oh, no. There's been a change in ceremony; didn't you know?