Get Out Of My Seat

If one asked Seth why he did the things he did, all Seth would tell them was that he felt like doing them so he did, but right now, while he did feel like sitting on this chair, that irritating feeling from earlier like he had been standing in poop had a huge hand in his current actions, not like he fought against the feeling though.

Other than Seth and Jacob who had been talking, the church had been in complete silence so other than all eyes turning to look at him, there hadn't been much of a noticeable reaction to Seth suddenly occupying the seat at the altar.

The woman at the door stared at Seth for a few seconds and then turned back to assigning the late and early comers while everyone else looked at Seth in silence, with some bearing smirks on their faces.

Sitting at the altar, Seth had almost a bird's eye view of the church's occupants, 7 now people sitting on the benches and 9 people standing, an addition of 2 people behind since his entry.