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Laying comfortably on his stomach, Cresil had a rather pleasant dream, or at least thats how it started off. After a few minutes of shifting in his sleep, the demon suddenly woke up, his light blue eyes wide and his heart racing.
"Shit." Cresil whispered, placing a hand over his chest and noticing that the spot next to him was empty. Having the idea that Aoki must have went out, he got up and stretched, looking out his window and sighing from it looking so gloomy today.
Getting up out of bed, Cresil grabbed all the dirty laundry waiting for him in the hall and went straight to the room near the bathroom, shoving the fabric into the washing machine, and turning it on before heading downstairs, not knowing that Aoki was back yet.
Cresil was pleasantly surprised to see Aoki just getting in the door, smirking from the sight of him, fully clothed for once. "Glad to see you walking. How did the shopping go?" He asked while walking over and checking out what he had with him.
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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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