12. Your character walking in on mine singing at the top of their lungs.
Really, sheâd thought that the church was totally abandoned. Â Even Presto had left the organ for the night in order to find himself a victim. Â So, with no one to hang out with and nowhere to go, Nocturne stood in front of the altar steps and burst into gospel.
Sure, she could have sung something else, but really, a bit of soul just felt right in this holy place (where really, she had no place in herself). Â It had been nice to stretch out her vocal cords, Nocturne loves to sing. Â That is, until the sound of the heavy oak doors to the chapel slamming closed interrupted her.
There, standing at the end of the bench rows, stands a stranger, someone sheâs yet to meet, and, laughing loud and hearty, so much that it echoes off of the ornate church walls, Molly holds her stomach. Â Her face is flushed for being caught and she presses her fingers to her lips.
"Oh! Â Iâm sorry! Did you hear all of that?" Â She grins and doubles over, laughing uncontrollably. Â "Hope it wasnât too bad! Â Iâm out of practice!"