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When the door was opened, Sangre stepped out first, rubbing his covered arms as he had on a chef coat. “I’m fine.” he smirked, looking at Harumi and chuckling as she hugged him.
“You’re freezing!” She frowned.
Josh stepped out next, slowly looking from the other two to Akira. “Just cold, but I’m okay.” he said while still shivering. He wasn’t as lucky as Sangre, he had on a sleeveless shirt so his arms felt like ice to the touch. “Sangre chose the worst place to hide.”
“If it weren’t for us getting stuck, we would have won.” Sangre said with a chuckle, Harumi not letting go of him the entire time.
Rolling his eyes, Josh looked at Harumi and sighed. “You two won again. I think me and Sangre aren’t cut out for this.” he smiled lightly.
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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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