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Halfway through the meal, Josh asked Sangre for some warm tea with a bit of honey, finishing his food just in time for him to bring it over. "Here you go Akira." The chef said while glancing at Josh. "I'll make sure to have dinner ready on time, make it good before you go."
"Thank you." Josh said while focusing on his boyfriend. "Akira will not be able to speak this week. Please...ensure he doesn't try while I"m gone. I wouldn't want his throat to worsen."
Sangre's blue eyes focused on Akira's neck before nodding. "I will, no problem Master. Would you like anything else?" he asked either man.
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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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