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Kaden looked at Deiru a bit oddly, wondering why he actually cooked for him. Even if he couldn’t get up and make something, why would he care? With a nod of his head, Kaden mumbled a faint, “Thanks.” and ate the food in silence.
After at least another four slices, Kaden stopped and drank the rest of his water, sighing in relief as his stomach felt so much better. As he got up to head towards the sink, he paused and starred. He remembered the dishes there from the morning…oddly it wasn’t there anymore. Glancing at Deiru, Kaden didn’t speak, knowing if he asked he’d get the obvious ‘yes’, so he just shook his head. The demon certainly surprised him.
Deciding to wash his plate, just because it was the only one that was dirty, Kaden allowed it to dry off while he began to walk towards the table, but not sitting down.
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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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