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Kaden’s gaze focused on Deiru when he spoke first, trying to understand what he meant in a way that wasn’t so…impossible. To Kaden, the other demon didn’t care much for him, it seemed that any chance he got he’d make sure to remind him of that, but the way he spoke now made it sound as if that wasn’t true, that Deiru didn’t really hate him.
When asked that question, Kaden yet again looked away from Deiru and starred at the blank television. After a few minutes, he began to speak unhurriedly and lowly. “Yeah…I know.” Kaden responded simply, drinking his beer slower now while contemplating.
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~Ernest Gaines
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