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"Yeah, I'll be there." Cresil mumbled. He barely thought about people paying attention to him, unless of course it was a young sexy man he wanted to screw, but today he only planned on paying attention on Aoki.Listening to the food choice, Cresil nodded once, sitting down at the table so that Aoki would have some room to cook. "Omelet sounds good." He replied
Watching Aoki cook was like watching a chef in action. The way he cut everything up, how easily he flipped it over. Cresil was thoroughly impressed. Watching the demon coming over, he eyed the food and the scent made his mouth water in anticipation.
"Damn, didn't know you were such a good cook. Another good thing about you." Cresil smirked and looked at it before taking a questionable bite and wordlessly chewing.
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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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