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What Dritz said wasn't what Azrael had in mind. Sure having delicious french pastry wasn't a bad thing, but there was so many more things out there he could have had. Sscratching the back of his neck, Azrael chuckled deeply and rolled his shoulders.
"How about I make it up to you and get you some pastries?" The angel asked, although when he was then asked about his mission, Azrael sighed and sat down beside his friend, pointing to the cut on his abdomen. "Got a few battle wounds, and it was tough, but I did rather well." Azrael sighed deeply and laid down beside Dritz. "But I need sleep." He grumbled while rubbing above his eyes.
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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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