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Sangre’s eyes searched the greenery until he saw Akira write. “You’re really useful actually. Before you came into the mansion It was incredibly difficult for me to serve everyone alone, and even helping with the dishes gives me more time.” Sangre smirked but then looked at where Akira was pointing and let out a short relieved breath.
Walking over, Sangre kept his hand holding Akira’s as he looked at the brunette and cleared his throat to get her attention.
Harumi’s eyes snapped up away from the flowers. Once she noticed it was Sangre and Akira, she stood up straight and did a small curtsy. “Sangre, it’s been so long. I’m glad to see you as well Akira.” Harumi smiled with a faint blush on her cheeks before looking at them curiously and furrowing her eyebrows.
“Is something wrong?” She wondered.
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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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