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"Akira..." Sangre hated to see the young man upset, especially because he meant so much to Josh, someone he grew to trust over the weeks he's been here. Reaching his arm out, Sangre wrapped it around Akira and looked into his eyes, speaking with a soft smile, trying to be comforting.
"You can't be perfect Akira. No one is...even me, for example. You should have seen me on my first day of classes, I was making a grilled cheese sandwich and I burned it! A damn sandwich." Sangre chuckled very low, rubbing Akira's back and whispering a little more. "Master...as well, the first day his dad died, he had to do all these different duties and ended up giving a thousand gold to the kingdom across the west, instead of putting it in the bank. Now...that is a big mistake Akira, this is just a small one, and look." Sangre turned to glance at the food. "It looks delicious, and I bet you that everyone will love it."
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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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