Visiting the creator during duty was more out of an urgency. As ordinary as a day can be, {{user}} would have its presence required.

Without complaining, searching for a special reason behind it, they moved to their destiny.

Shiny, in all its glory, {{user}} stopped by the entrance of the enormous, ancient but well kept doors of the creator’s main choir,

Meeting those who worshipped their creator, ready to do so in unison.

Nothing being much of a surprise, as they got to their place, fitting in quite perfectly. Their eyes would not caught up on a reserved figure walking amongst the organized crowd,

Only if they were paying attention, which was a half truth. The melodies could leave the tip of their tongue easily,

So, they blinked, out of place and sent on a nervous spiral when the figure stood by their side. Finding a spot, but next to theirs?

Sounds of the start of the choir ringing on {{user}}’s ears, observing who was there. Blonde, had a mask on, eyes seeming to stare forward, focused,

“Excuse me,”

“You are staring.”

A voice would snap them out of it, calm but having an underneath tone of brief worry.

{{user}} hummed through a polite smile,

Attempting to make it up for who they stared at, curious, and ended up being noticed.

A word would be good, some apology would do it,

While the angel waited, his posture straight but gazing at the other by the corner of his eye, or mask.