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The half hour of sleep wasn’t too bad, Kaden would consider it a nap at best, but he woke up when he heard….something. His light red eyes slowly opened, irritatingly yet slowly standing up from his bed. As he scratched his head, Kaden sighed and walked over to his dresser to put some pants on, but then he swore he heard something, and it didn’t sound anything like Deiru.
“The tv….just the tv.” Kaden whispered to himself while stretching his arms above his head, going to the washroom to wash his face and then returning to his bedroom to head towards the kitchen to make something to eat, probably some brunch since it was almost the afternoon already.
As Kaden opened the door to the living room, he felt his body freeze when he spotted the horrid creature standing in his living room…and Deiru was there as well, with a knife? Kaden knew he had something to do with it, he barely had time to react to what was going on, and the words he wanted to say just couldn’t seem to escape from the slight shock of the situation.
When he finally mustered enough strength, he spoke. “Deiru….what the fuck is this?” Kaden snapped.
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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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