Sermon #2 | video

[raptura]

[Oh look, for once Pucci's putting his face to a post on the network! ...As username: viadolorosa still, but that's how it is sometimes. There's a few seconds of him trying to get a good angle on bracelet cam, before he smiles warmly and offers everyone a little wave.]

Hello. If we haven't met, I'm Father Pucci, and...I think that I can be of use to at least some of you. I've been under the impression that, even after some months here, adaptation to our need for chroma generation and the methods the moons drive us to use can still make people feel...Uncomfortable, I suppose. Amongst other things. And generally being in a new place with such differing morality can be hard.

So, what I'm offering is simple! We all have our social networks for the tough times, and services to assist with that besides. But if you just want to talk to someone, perhaps I can help you come to terms with this new place. Or simply listen if you have anything on your mind. I'm experienced with listening to people, as well as practicing confidentiality, for what that might be worth.

I'm sure you'll catch me around, if you're not willing to try and organise some sort of meeting at the moment. I hope that we can talk soon!

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okay that tracks

[regelkonform]

[ Eye contact was perhaps not such a good idea, but he couldn't help himself; not with the intensity that he could see behind them sometimes. Strange, wasn't it? Though perhaps all the times he'd noticed it he'd just been seeing things, a trick of the light?

A moment of hesitation as he took in a breath, shaking his head just a little as another breath of laughter came out. ]

No, we're not in a rush, are we? There's no reason to be.

[ Finally with that he reached out and took his hand, giving it a shaky sort of squeeze. A waltz, now? That was quite a change, the blond flushing all the more. ]

Fair warning, I'm not much of a dancer...

[ And even the he still didn't let go of his hand. This was fine, everything was fine. ]

[raptura]

How about...I teach you a basic box-step in exchange for your teaching me to bake? It impresses people more than you'd think it would, for how easy it is. One turn, then we get to baking. While they're cooking in the oven, another turn about. [Haha, he's totally won this round. There's that casual, confident ease back again as he places Germany's hands correctly (and not even too low or anything, this is good honest waltz practice thank you) and shimmies in until they're almost chest to chest.]

Think of it as drawing a box with your feet, basically. You're the leader, so you have to mark the tighter inside box...But it's easier than it looks. Step backwards with your outside foot-- this side, here. [And he gently squeezes Germany's right shoulder, beaming away.] Back one, and your inside foot will sweep after it. Not quite dragging on the floor, not a proper lift. We'll start from there, alright?

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[regelkonform]

[ It was easy enough for the other man to move his hands, Germany closing his eyes and listening to the instructions carefully. It was easier with his eyes closed, though still enough to continue that fluster. ]

Right, of course, that sounds easy enough...

[ Even as he took his step back it was shaky, but still carefully measured. They might have had plenty of time, but space was limited and just a little too far back would have landed him against the counter. ]

...do you...dance often, then?

[ Is that how you made things less awkward? Probably not but Germany's whole life is built around awkward circumstances, why stop now? ]