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[autohalo]

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shame  burns  within  him  as  he  finds  himself  staring  at  revna  gore—   again.   her  words  from  the  potluck  echo  in  his  head:   i  don’t  like  the  way  you  look  at  me.   he  pointedly  turns  his  head  the  other  way,   though  his  anxiety  seems  to  spike  as  he  worries  if  she  had  seen  him  again;   or  if  the  returned  could  somehow  feel  the  weight  of  another’s  gaze. kiwoo  turns  back  to  her,   this  time  meeting  her  eyes  in  a  way  that  causes  him  to  jolt.   he  stumbles  over  his  word  for  a  moment,   then  glances  down  at  his  grocery  bag.   “i  bought  wine.”   he  says,   words  hanging  uselessly  in  the  aim.   “if  you  wanted  some.   um—   it’s  strawberry.”

[unsaccharine]

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Nobody really knew the circumstances of how Revna Gore came to die, only that it made a pretty picture afterwards. Maki had her own thoughts about it. A girl who loved the church that much would die for it, wouldn't she? Simple. You devote yourself to something long enough and hard enough, and you either get rewarded for it or die trying to find the prize. Revna Gore, Bible freak, probably prayed for this. Eyes closed, rosary in hand, sitting in the church pews and asking for deliverance. She probably dunked her head in the font waiting for God to pull her back out.

Well. Apparently all that praying earned a miracle, after all.

Maki, for the most part, didn't care much that Revna was strange or off-putting and in a way distinctly different from usual. Better the creeps you knew and all that. “Since you basically live at the church, you've definitely talked to Father Romero at least a couple times, right? What's his vibe? I would've attended one of his sermons myself but... priorities.”