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Some time had passed until Josh noticed movement. For some reason, knowing Akira was alive created relief, although he still felt agitated due to his rather bad day. As the kid started to go to his desk and keep seated on the ground, Josh sighed aloud and stood up, getting the food and water and walking back towards Akira, sitting in front of him and putting the food beside him.
“Fine, you can eat first. You’re too weak to do work.” Josh mumbled. His usual cold heart might have warmed slightly at the sight of a human who was too weak to even hold a piece of paper. It would be inhumane to allow him to do his work when he was nearly starved, and there was food just a few feet away.
Standing up, Josh went to his own desk, sitting down and grabbing a magazine stashed secretly in his drawer. He kept his reddish eyes on Akira for a moment before eyeing the pictures on the papers. “You can eat, do the work once you feel you’re up for it.” Josh grumbled nonchalantly.
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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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