t necklace plz

working at a church is dull, is samey. she did it for the lord, not for personal enjoyment- who could get enjoyment from sweeping the same floors, washing the same stairs? it was her turn with the mop today though, so carrying a bucket of horrible looking water and the most unclean looking soap, she went out to scrub the stairs inside- and promptly tripped over a gangly lump in black, falling at least 6 steps and skidding onto the floor.

"0uch. My Body." monotoned a deep voice. "I Was Sleeping."

the nun checked her clothing hadnt fallen immodestly out of place before peering up to meet the voice. she had to peer a lot higher than normal. the lump that had barely caught her attention was now towering above her, but, as she squinted to try and take in its features, she watched in awe as two enormous wings flapped open.

"an angel!" she squealed, "please say its my turn to get a stigmata 💃!!"

"Whats A Stigmata." it deadpanned. she didnt know what to think of its sarcasm (maybe there was a different word in heaven?), but she held out her hands in anticipation. the angel just pulled her up, onto her feet, then yanked again to bring her to eye level- ouch. "Oh You Have A T Necklace. Thats So Cute. Give It To Me. Make Me One. I Want One." the nun was now visibly uncomfortable. "owowowow lemmedown-!!"

he put her down. "You're So Small I Wanted To See Your Face."

nervously, she nodded. "um, you can have my rosary if you give me a stigmata."

he nodded. "Ok What's A Stigmata."

the nun furrowed her brow but gave up. even if she didnt get the stigmata, she found an angel- finally she'd outrank the rest of them!

"can you follow me in here?"

he wordlessly did so, ducking a tad under the door. he flapped his wings again, nearly bowling over the poor scheming nun shuffling in front.

"I Hate These Pews They Are So Ugly. Probably Hard Too." it casually stated. the nun grimaced at having an envoy of the lord roast their interior decorating- though she HAD petitioned for a tasteful red and gold seating arrangement, no doubt more pleasing in the eyes of jesus. surely teresa would rue the day she insisted a hard plank of wood taught humility.

she led him into the small rec room where the rest of her convent sat. "TRULY i am FAVORED by god, for i met his angel today!" she failed to mention that she had fallen down over the angel, which was probably a sign she was going to hell, to continue explaining, "he wants a rosary!"

abby nodded. "I Like That Necklace. Very Cute. You're All Little. Wow."

"how can he be an angel if hes dressed like that? i thought angels wore white."

"wheres all his eyes?"

"isnt he supposed to have like 20 heads or something?"

the nun grit her teeth at these doubting thomas'. "he has WINGS! hes an angel!"

"Yeah I Think I'm An Angel." abby stated in agreement. "I Think This Should Be My House."

all their eyes widened at that- a real angel, living here? surely everyone would have to attend to meet him.

nervously, one nun nodded. "well, he IS very very tall."

"he does have wings."

"Yeah I Have Wings I'm A Tall Angel. Can I Live Here Now?"

nervously, the whole group nodded, making abby clap his hands together in delight. "Oh Hooray For Me! Ok Please Get Me All Your Necklaces And One Of Your Outfits Please. And I Will Be The Leader Because I'm An Angel And You Aren't. My Name Is Abby."

sweatily, the first nun he saw smiled. "like abigail? thats my na-"

"No Like Abyzou Ha Ha."