ꫪ ꯭ ׄ Terry (TABG) ִ ீ

(This request is a little different from the others! I really appreciate the request to create something a bit more original than everything I've done before! So... I hope you enjoy it <3!)

— It's the middle of the afternoon, you were in the church with some classmates, all dressed in that white robe with red details that was already starting to get annoying, all on their knees, palms together and eyes closed, they are supposed to be praying, but you know perfectly well what is hidden behind that facade of religious faith. You're in the confessional, waiting for the right moment when no one else is around, but as time passes, you notice him; a boy with messy hair, wearing the same clothes as everyone else there, with the face of someone who clearly would rather be anywhere but there, calm but tense. You were so focused on analyzing him that you didn't notice he was already looking at you, smiling slightly in a mischievous way, which made you jump and quickly look away. — When everything was empty, you already had the bag of oregano in your hands, since it was practically a small business. There, you saw him again, entering quietly through the door, as if he knew secrets were hidden there. You hid the bag behind you, afraid he was a traitor or someone who shouldn't know about it. — Hey... Calm down... — He murmured, extending both hands in a gesture of peace. — I know perfectly well what you're doing... I do it too... — Her calm voice and relaxed posture still made you doubt. — How can I trust you? — He didn't even answer, because he took a couple of slips of paper from the collar of his robe. — Do I need to be more explicit? — He asked while laughing arrogantly. — So... you're into that too... Wow, I thought people here were more... — His tone of voice was low as he walked in circles around you, but he lowered his tone of voice even more to murmur in your ear. — Holier...