[RedRose4]

Only taking a few minutes, Kaden turned off the shower and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around himself, the demon headed to his bedroom and took out some clothes, grabbing a shirt and some sweat pants, putting them on and then using the towel to dry his hair.
Once he did that, Kaden went to the mirror and fixed it up a bit so that it wasn’t going in all different directions. Glancing at his bedroom door, Kaden walked up to it, pausing shortly before twisting the handle, opening it and stepping into the living room.
Right away Kaden’s eyes shifted to the kitchen where Deiru was, redirection to the living room so he wouldn’t be starring. In Kaden‘s mind, the young demon was still upset, and if that was true then he had no intention of saying something or else his choice of words might end up resulting in another argument. Instead Kaden went towards the couch, sitting on the armrest so that he could be facing his side towards the kitchen. Glancing back over, he noticed Deiru cooking…but even more so he noticed how beat up he looked.

Looking away again, Kaden rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, shaking his head and almost growling as he tried not to worry about Deiru. Why the hell did he care anyway? If he got himself hurt, it was his problem, not Kaden’s. But…how the hell was he supposed to ignore the fact that Deiru looked like he was injured, probably in pain, and what was he supposed to do? Ignore it?
Since that was out of the question, Kaden tapped his foot against the ground, clearly anxious now as he kept his eyes closed tightly in thought.