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Kaden kept his head up, although his gaze flickered to Deiru when he spoke…and he actually didn’t say anything rude. Watching as he left, Kaden felt rather parched, his throat was dry, and a beer…it sounded so good right now.
Sitting up slowly, Kaden could feel his head being less woozy already, of course he wasn’t in tip-top shape but he found himself being able to move without wanting to fall over. Getting up from his bed, Kaden took a deep breath, walking slowly into the living room and glancing at Deiru. He’d talk to him about what happened later, right now he wanted a drink.
“Where’s the beer?” Kaden asked without any sign of anger to his voice, leaning against the wall for a moment while looking mindlessly around the room.
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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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