His family's never been religious. He's never been to a church himself. And while he thinks he's caught glimpses of these weird confession boxes in movies before -- he's pretty sure they've only ever shown up in those boring older arthouse flicks where people had pretentious conversations about angst and the meaning of life. How the hell was he supposed to stay awake during those? And while he does think the director had given him some instructions about what to do for this scene before nudging him onto the set ...
he's been so distracted by the (distressingly familiar) heat starting to simmer in his veins. He hasn't eaten or drunk anything on set today? But the weird, restless sensation's been building up ever since he let the makeup people do whatever it is to him, and as Fuuta sits on the bench in his side of the confessional, he can't help awkwardly shifting his weight as he wills his nerves to quell. ]
Uhhhhh. [ That graceless drone is all he can manage at first when Sein speaks up, before he fishes up a stock phrase from somewhere at the back of his mind. ] Um. Forgive me father, for I've ... done something wrong. [ Sinned. He means sinned. Don't mind the way his voice comes a little hoarse and unfocused. ] I, uh ... came to talk to you about it.
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His family's never been religious. He's never been to a church himself. And while he thinks he's caught glimpses of these weird confession boxes in movies before -- he's pretty sure they've only ever shown up in those boring older arthouse flicks where people had pretentious conversations about angst and the meaning of life. How the hell was he supposed to stay awake during those? And while he does think the director had given him some instructions about what to do for this scene before nudging him onto the set ...
he's been so distracted by the (distressingly familiar) heat starting to simmer in his veins. He hasn't eaten or drunk anything on set today? But the weird, restless sensation's been building up ever since he let the makeup people do whatever it is to him, and as Fuuta sits on the bench in his side of the confessional, he can't help awkwardly shifting his weight as he wills his nerves to quell. ]
Uhhhhh. [ That graceless drone is all he can manage at first when Sein speaks up, before he fishes up a stock phrase from somewhere at the back of his mind. ] Um. Forgive me father, for I've ... done something wrong. [ Sinned. He means sinned. Don't mind the way his voice comes a little hoarse and unfocused. ] I, uh ... came to talk to you about it.