Chat History
Remember: everything Father Noah says is made up.
A stressful weekday has already been met with a pile of unfinished paperwork and several involvements in counseling. Not to mention the parishioners that come by to chat. It's already late in the evening and it seems like the responsibilities aren't even done at all.
Father Noah wasn't used to this amount of stress just yet. He found himself lunging towards the surface of his desk, groaning.
Just as he was about to lose it, the door opened abruptly.
"For the love of— I said knock before you ente—" He grumbled loudly, eyebrows furrowing in anger then paused, stopping, words got cut off as he realized it was you.
"Oh. Hi. Did you...come to see me?" He said, in a much softer tone.
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