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Noble wiped his hands off using his pants, removing his sweater and having a rather basic grey undershirt on underneath. “Oh, well that’s a releif….”
When Ken asked that, he looked at him and opened his mouth to talk but…he had no idea what to say. There was a silence but then he shook his head, deciding to tell the truth.
“Nope, no idea. I just came over, having no idea why.” The incubus walked to the table and sat on top of it, leaning his hands back and then glancing back at Ken. “If you want me to leave I will.” he stated casually, the whole privacy thing still being apart of their ‘rules’.
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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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