[He says - and really, he shouldn't be so excited, its unbecoming for a priest, but he doesn't care. He moves forward, putting the book back on the shelf as he slips a hand around the man's lower back. The touch is gentle, but the gesture is solid and firm all the same, to keep him in place.]
Hold tight.
[And then, the world moves - a sharp twist in space, like being next to a moving train - and then, suddenly, they're somewhere else, right in front of a tiny little coffee shop in town.]
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[He says - and really, he shouldn't be so excited, its unbecoming for a priest, but he doesn't care. He moves forward, putting the book back on the shelf as he slips a hand around the man's lower back. The touch is gentle, but the gesture is solid and firm all the same, to keep him in place.]
Hold tight.
[And then, the world moves - a sharp twist in space, like being next to a moving train - and then, suddenly, they're somewhere else, right in front of a tiny little coffee shop in town.]
Thereeee we go.