It took another five hours until everything finally began to subside. Kaden was grazed by a bullet but that itself was pretty lucky, especially since he managed to actually shoot one of the men. By the time the day was over, Kaden felt sick, he was too tired, and healing his wound made it seem harder on his already tired body.
A fifteen hour shift was hell, and Kaden was glad to leave. When all the doors were unlocked and everyone that was freaking out was told it was now safe, Kaden walked lazily up the steps and towards his apartment. For a moment he leaned against his door, taking a deep breath and trying to make it look like he wasn't just in a gun fight.
Seconds later, Kaden twisted the handle to his door and stepped inside, smelling a vague scent of food filling the room. Rubbing his head, Kaden didn't even look around, he instead slouched against the wall and sat down on the ground beneath him before speaking. "Deiru?" He whispered, his voice too low for the other demon to hear. Instead, Kaden shut the door louder than he needed to, just wanting to pass out right there on the ground. Instead he took another breath and stood, knowing he'd need to eat something after barely eating for the day.
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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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