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When the food was dished out, Quin smiled, giving Casey's hair a little ruffle and whispering, "Thanks Shino.", near his ear before returning to the table, sitting down and sighing as he took in the beautiful sight of one of his favourite meals. Looking at Jonas, Quin got a forkful of the spaghetti and tilted his head to the side when he heard him moan and say how good it was.
Agreeing with a low scoff, Quin continued to eat, but not as fast as Jonas. He wasn't done until the man finished rambling, his eyes on Jonas' face, despite how badly he wanted to look down.
Hearing every word the man said, Quin nodded his head and thought back to it a little more before actually replying. "Sounds like a good plan. We'll keep watch, no problem." The redhead said without being bothered by the surreal situation at hand.
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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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