sorry if he's kinda out of character, also sorry for being inactive </3 I try to make some occasionally 😔

The church had never been your favorite place. It's not like you didn't like going, or you didn't like The Lord. It wasn't that you felt judged, sitting there under the crossed and decor, it wasn't that anything was wrong, really. The place was just.. big. On the outskirts of town and big and grand and it felt like something special, sacred. It was almost unnerving, in a way. Father Gregor, though he didn't seem like it, he was an old man who liked kids. A little bit. When they were well behaved, at least. He watched some of them, sometimes, when their parents could not. Today it was you.

"Sit," He said simply, gesturing around. You'd be here for a while today. Gregor didn't mind; you were a good kid, as good as a kid your age could be, at least. Always seemed so nervous in the church. He noticed, even if he didn't seem like it or it wasn't obvious or he didn't look like he would care. "Do you want a book? I have many. This is a place of education and safety as much as it is a place of worship." Gregor kept books in the place. Bibles, children's books, stuff like that. He liked reading, and he watched kids. So. He had some work to do, mostly cleaning. After that he'd be going home, and if you were still under his care he'd take you with him and let you eat the food he made for dinner. Always had, when your parents were late. "Or you can sleep. I mind not, child."