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Cresil easily washed the plates with his hands. He never cared much for cleaning but he got the job done. Looking at Aoki, the demon smiled faintly from the kiss, then noticing him writing something down, saying a slight ‘ah’ in delight at the sight of the recipe.
“I’ll make sure I keep it close.” He smirked, drying off the dishes a moment later and placing them back into their spots in his cupboard.
As Cresil dried off his hands, he walked back to Aoki and leaned down a bit to kiss Aoki’s lips, whispering against them. “So, are we going out soon?” He wondered.
It wasn’t that long since they did anything sexual, but damn having Aoki in front of him, and not even trying anything was difficult enough. Cresil was just surprised he didn’t jump the guy already.
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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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