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Kaden was glad to hear no complaints over the slight regulations, he didn’t want Deiru in his house for the rest of his life, especially since while he’s gone he’d have to clean up. Hopefully he could use magic for that since blood was really fucking hard to get off the furniture.
Standing against the tiled wall, Kaden watched Deiru clean himself off and then looked past him for a second to think. “I washed it. I actually threw the sheets from last night along with our clothes into the laundry so they should be in there, probably still damp though.” Kaden answered casually.
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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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