[RedRose4]

Kaden watched Deiru bringing over the beer, grasping it quickly and scoffing when he said that comment. “Shut up.” he grumbled but then rolled his eyes at his second comment. He wished he was that strong. “Not really.” Kaden sighed and opened his beer, taking a sip of it and finally noticing how badly he wanted a smoke. “Hurts like hell, but I managed to heal it at least a little…enough for me to sit..kind of.” Kaden said while sitting more on an angle, less of his weight being placed onto his backside in the process so that it wouldn’t touch the fabric much.
Looking at the counter, Kaden shrugged and glanced up at him. “Ginger, or wasabi. You don’t need to have it but it‘s almost a custom.” Kaden then glanced back at the TV and leaned back while answering. “History. About the supposed demonic massacre from 1934. I was there…” Kaden mumbled, looking at the images and shaking his head at the disturbing memory. He wondered if Deiru would enjoy it, or maybe even join in. The thought alone disgusted him.