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Washing up for almost an hour, Destro felt his skin begin to get a little raw when he scrubbed it too much. There was still a smell, but it was going away thankfully, and most of it was resonating from the other room where Ashley was. Stepping out and drying off, Destro was about to talk but saw Ashely sleeping.
Sighing to himself, the older vampire grabbed the young mans arm and pulled him up, bringing him to the bathroom. He wasn't able to carry him, so he half dragged him, half pulled him along.
"You can sleep once you shower." Destro grumbled in annoyance. He couldn't stand the scent of Ashley right now, and if he wanted to sleep in the same room he had to at least clean up.
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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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