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Chuckling softly, Cresil just shook his head. He wouldn’t mind that much to give a message to Aoki. Besides if it helped him he couldn’t see why not.
Not being able to see Aoki since he was waiting outside the door, Cresil frowned ever so slightly as he replied to that. “I was listening…” Scratching the hair near his horn, he then sighed and spoke again. “Nah, don’t go tomorrow. You’re better off staying here although…you might be unable to walk if you stay over.” Cresil said with a cocky smile. “Unless your body gets used to it over time.”
Tapping his hand against the wall, Cresil listened to the water until it eventually stopped. Turning his head, he got off from the wall and peeked into the washroom, smirking from the sight of Aoki once again wet and sitting in the shower.
Before walking in, he grabbed a towel from a closet nearby and went into the bathroom, walking to Aoki and wrapping the towel around him.
“Feel any better?” Cresil wondered aloud.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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