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Knock knock, Father. [So he's taking confessions again, but instead of slipping into the other half of the booth she's rapping her knuckles against the door he's behind. Sliding it open after that, she smoothly slides into the cramped space he occupies before shutting the door behind her.
Grinning, she leans to drape against him in his seat.] You're not too busy in here at the moment, are you?