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[k_gabriel]

So there's this club. In post-apocalyptic Chicago. Where things seem to have been a bit quiet lately

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[bodymyblood]

Funnily enough, there is a priest also in this club!

(Gwen is presumably there as well, though at this juncture she might be muttering about knife fights and stacking things.)

But the priest! He has wandered inside, glad to be out of the cold, and he smiles at Karla as the door swings shut behind him.

[k_gabriel]

He gets a smile in return, and a wave.

"Hey, Father M."

By the way, McKinley, you have a nickname. :D?

[bodymyblood]

McKinley's expression twists into something between 'dubious' and 'amused.'

"Father M?"

[k_gabriel]

"...'Father McKinley's' a lot of syllables and I didn't know how you'd feel about me dropping the 'father'?"

I am cute and you like me, Karla's expression says.

[bodymyblood]

McKinley laughs, still a little perplexed.

"I guess it's not the easiest thing to say," he admits. "For the record, you are welcome to call me plain 'McKinley' if you like ... though I suppose 'Father M' is all right, too."

He's not sure, just at present, which he prefers; both are strange.