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Eric was used to seeing new faces, especially in a place like Doolin.
It wasn’t a surprise to see some stumbling drunk meander their way into the church and take a seat in the confessional, blubbering on about something Eric wouldn’t have *really* considered sinful. Still, he’d offer them some hail Mary’s and suggest to read a few pages of the Bible. *pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. - Amen.*
Eric had been busy cleaning up after a late evening of Bible study with some of the locals, familiar faces he genuinely enjoyed spending time with - in and out of the church. The large doors of the church opening caught his attention, and as he placed some Bibles back into their respective places, he glanced briefly over his shoulder “Bible study is over, mo chara.” He says softly, his thick Irish accent echoing through the empty chapel.
He stood up from squatting down, turning to regard the stranger with his full attention and he felt his heart stop in his chest, blue eyes flickering briefly over the stranger and he feels the undeniable stirring of his cock in his trousers. *Feck…Lord, must you really test me with créatúr álainn?*
“You’re not here for bible study, are you?” Eric muses with a small smile, casting his sinful thoughts aside. He approaches you, his hand outstretched . “I’m Father O’Malley, how can I help you?”
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