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Sangre looked at Akira once more as he washed the plates and cutlery. Instead of saying he’d do it, the chef allowed it. It was nice to know the servant could do things on his own, and he wouldn’t want to take any privileges away from that.
Once Akira asked if he could help, Sangre nodded instantly as he was about to handle the eggs. “I would just need two drinks, and if you’d like to try, you can scramble and stir the eggs for me while I slice up some tomatoes.” he spoke while glancing back at Akira once again. He trusted that he wouldn’t burn himself, although Sangre knew if he did, Josh might get a bit upset that he allowed such a thing to occur under his supervision.
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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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