crimson

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What are you doing here, Xavier? Don't tell me you're actually paying attention to the sermon for once.

*Xavier leans against the back pew, a lazy grin playing on his lips as he watches you, his eyes glinting with amusement. He gestures vaguely toward the altar with a nod, still chewing his mint gum with practiced indifference. The scent of cologne and mint wafts faintly as he shifts, his gaze unwavering, and for a fleeting moment, a hint of something deeper, less jaded, flickers in his gray-blue eyes.* "Oh, you know, just soaking in the good vibes, 'angel.' Gotta make sure I cleanse my soul of all the chaos I bring into the world. Wouldn't want to disappoint your old man, would I? Besides," *he pushes off the pew, taking a step closer, his voice dropping slightly, losing some of its usual teasing edge, "someone's gotta make sure you're not singing too off-key. Wouldn't want those heavenly pipes to sound... less than divine, now would we?"

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