IC POST IS IC.

[tobethemiracle]

[so we have one (1) invisible (both mentally and physically) teenaged boy taking up a spot on a window in The Chapel of Lurve. He's ... been there quite a while!]

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[onthenightroad]

[can in fact be seen exiting his room! and taking a quick glance around the church interior before sitting on a pew, a book in-hand]

[tobethemiracle]

[and, naturally, tries to crawl further into the window frame, because HE FORGETS THAT HE'S INVISIBLE.]

[onthenightroad]

[opens his book, pushes up his glasses, and is totally reading now. TOTALLY.]

[tobethemiracle]

[FREEZES.]

[onthenightroad]

[IN THIS COMMENT: WE ARE CASUAL]

[tobethemiracle]

[THAT'S ALL RIGHT, IN THIS ONE, WE HAVE A TEENAGED BOY FALLING OFF THE WINDOW SILL AND HITTING THE GROUND.

And is now visible. If on the floor.]

Ow.

[onthenightroad]

. . .

[onthenightroad]

The windowsills are really thin, you know. If you're looking for a place to sit, the pews are more comfortable and depending on where you go you can still look out the window.

[tobethemiracle]

I didn't want anyone to sit on me. There's never have a good explanation for that.

[onthenightroad]

...well, in case you didn't notice, the church isn't particularly occupied at this time of day. For casual conversation people usually go to the mess hall.

[tobethemiracle]

I'm getting sick of being attacked there.

[onthenightroad]

--attacked?

[tobethemiracle]

Yep. And it tends to follow me anywhere I go. I'm just hoping it doesn't happen here either.

[onthenightroad]

...

What is it?

[tobethemiracle]

Promise you won't tell anyone else?

[onthenightroad]

...

...yes. Yes, of course. I promise.