#heavenly queue

It’s been a hectic day. One of the servants is out sick and the rest are left to pick up the slack, leaving Michael sprinting all over the castle and cursing the day he got himself stuck on this Dad-forsaken planet in this terrible position. But since he can’t change any of that, he’s doing his best to deal with it. It’s with arms so full of bedding that he can’t see where he’s going that he collides with someone else, sending himself tumbling to the ground and the scattering the laundry. He bites back some fowl language before an apology is already slipping past his lips. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. Are you alright? I wasn’t paying attention.”