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Being so tempted to roll his eyes when Aoki called him a good boy, Cresil just smiled instead and exhaled. “Hmph, no problem.” he mumbled. It was impossible to say anything else when his boyfriend was touching his hair like that, it was way too soothing.
Cresil nearly frowned when he mentioned that. The demon liked blood of course, but he wasn’t a savage murderer. He didn’t hate his job, although sometimes he did, especially in certain situations. Smirking at Aoki’s choice of words, he had no clue how he got so lucky and actually got a boyfriend like him. Kissing Aoki one last time, he stood up and grabbed his lunch.
“I’ll see you later Aoki.” Cresil finally spoke up.
Getting out of the apartment, he waved and smirked before heading to work, scowling and frowning almost instantly as his boyfriend was out of his sight. He was not looking forward to this.
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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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