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Kaden lit the cigarette between his lips and passed it over to Deiru, doing the same for another one and taking a nice long drag. Closing his eyes, Kaden put his hand up lazily to move the cigarette out of his mouth to blow the smoke out of his lungs.
With his other arm, Kaden wrapped it around Deir's waist, looking at him for a moment and sighing. "I have work soon you know?" he said, clearly not very enthusiastic about it. "Sleep would be nice for you, I keep wearing you out all the time." Kaden mumbled, not sounding cocky at all, in fact it was almost as if he felt bad for making Deiru tired all the time.
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