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When Deiru didn’t reply, Kaden began to feel a bit annoyed. As he finished the dishes, he wiped his hands off with a towel and walked towards the couch, his eyes on Deiru, not looking happy. “Answer me, shit.” Checking for himself, he looked even more pissed off when there were only two left.
“Ugh you fucker.” Kaden grabbed the remaining beer and brought it back to the fridge. He had to make sure to get some more before tomorrow night. In the meantime, he went towards his room, pissed off along the way.
“I’m going to sleep, I’m not in the fucking mood today.” The older demon spoke aloud while removing his uniform, undying his belt and letting it just drop to the floor as he began to unbutton his top hastily.
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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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