Kaden just sighed and kept his eyes on Deiru, trying his best not to fall asleep, and looking at he other demon was a good way to prevent that. Then…Kaden noticed the change in atmosphere and he put a hand to his head, rubbing his temples and sighing. He had to have dome something to get Deiru angry, and Kaden knew better than to piss him off even more, but he didn’t plan on keeping quiet and ignoring the situation since that would barely help.
Slowly standing up, Kaden waited a few minutes to allow Deiru to have to himself, heading to his room to put his clothes away, getting the uniform ready for tomorrow, and then waiting a little while longer before walking out and leaning against the wall. Leaving at least a few feet of space between them, Kaden looked at the ground and spoke, not seeming angry or upset, mostly just bewildered.
“Whatever set you off, I didn’t mean for it to happen. Although…if it’s because the whole ‘I only like you for fucking and Animal’ kind of thing….it’s not true.” Kaden’s voice began to falter, knowing what he was saying probably was pointless. Deiru would only get pissed off at him more if he tried to explain himself, so after a few seconds, Kaden shook his head and leaned off of the wall.
“I’ll give you some space.” The older demon muttered, walking back into his bedroom and laying on his bed with a pained hiss. Kaden felt his back aching…and then he realized maybe he really was getting ‘old’, even as a demon. Scowling, he ignored the thought and just starred at the ceiling with no interest, his hands beside his head, running his hand through his own hair.
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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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