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Kaden glared at Deiru when he heard him say that. Hard work? It seemed rather simple to hit his ass, and if he remembered correctly it wasn’t very difficult for him. Taking another drink of his beer, he nodded when he spoke of the pack. Sometimes it came with it, and Kaden was a fan of wasabi, anything hot or spicy wasn’t that big of a deal for him.
Glancing quickly back at Deiru, Kaden took a deep breath and focused momentarily on the television. “Some weren’t. It was said soldiers tried to fight but humans have no hope when it comes to killing us.” Kaden mumbled before scowling. “I heard the massacre was done by one demon. Killed four hundred people.” Kaden said while glancing back at Deiru. Maybe the man wasn’t as bad as he thought. “But who the fuck knows.” He ended while getting up, in an incredibly slow manner. Cringing when he took a single step towards the kitchen, Kaden tried not to show any pain at all, it would only make Deiru happier.
Idiot.
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~Ernest Gaines
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