Kaden smiled very faintly when Deiru liked the idea, even more so when he asked if they made it differently. “They have a mere infinite amount of options. It’s hard to stop from buying everything.” Kaden chuckled under his breath and pulled out a cold bottle of beer. Instead of drinking it, the demon simply placed it on his lower back, flinching at first but then sighing. His body was sore for a few reasons, and the cold eased his muscles.
Glancing at Deiru, Kaden furrowed his eyes and hummed lightly before replying. “Kind of. I showed up in a black dress shirt and slacks, it seemed to be good enough. The place isn’t a suit and tie sort of environment, but not a t-shirt and shorts place either.” Kaden explained.
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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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