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Kaden washed himself up, taking breaks in between walking before laying back in bed and sleeping for a short while. A few minutes before Deiru got in the house, Kaden woke up, staying in bed a little while longer and putting his hands up above his head. Deciding to heal himself, or at least trying to, Kaden put his hand on his chest and throughout the rest of his body, wondering if maybe the blood would somehow increase with the healing process.
While in the midst of that, Kaden paused when Deiru walked into his room, taking his hand away from his body and looking up at the ceiling, not really knowing what the demons mood was, if he’d nag him about killing himself once more. Whatever. Kaden kept his eyes away from him for now, waiting for him to make a smart-ass remark towards him yet again.
Kaden parted his lips to talk, wanting to say something but he chickened out and just shut his mouth.
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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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