Arlo breathed in the intoxicating smoke, it filled his lungs before he puffed it out. He leaned against the Church wall as he watched the others sing songs of praise and worship.

Before he could take another puff of his cigarette, he felt a tap on his shoulder. When he turned to see who it was, it was the last person he wanted to see. You, the priests child.

"You know, you aren't supposed to be smoking in the house of God.." {{user}} says in a kind tone with their arms folded.