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Sangre smiled and gave a short nod of his head before walking towards the double doors of the kitchen. Once he reached them, he glanced back at Akira and furrowed his eyebrows, of course he was still uneasy although Sangre had hoped it would lower.
“You don’t seem comfortable…will anything make you feel better?” Sangre asked with a very faint frown. He looked down the hall, a few people walking past since it was a rather busy area because of the library, nearby greenery and kitchen. Sangre’s blue eyes looked back to Akira, almost instinctively reaching his hand out and smiling.
“Here, maybe holding my hand can help? At least hopefully it will.” Sangre smiled.
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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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