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Nearly being kicked by his friend, Azrael scowled and grabbed Dritz's legs, crawling above him and sitting on his thighs so he couldn't kick anymore. "You could at least welcome me home." Azrael said, leaning over and chuckling deeply, hovering over his friends body and looking down at him, tempted to try something to wake him up a bit more.
"Fine. How about I make us something to eat in the morning?" Azrael whispered, leaning down and deciding to do what he was thinking. Knowing it would probably wake him up a bit more, the angel brushed his lips against Dritz's neck and bit down on his skin, not enough to pierce his skin but still enough to hurt a little.
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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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