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Yet again, what the young man acted like once he was told that, and what he had said made Sangre smile, really glad to hear that he'd be brave enough to actually try it.
"That's my sue chef." Sangre smiled, ruffling his hair and keeping a hold of his hand while heading towards the doors. "For now, we'll get things ready. So take a breath and wait a little while, we can take our time, no need to rush alright?" Sangre smirked, trying to make sure Akira knew they weren't planning on rushing into it head on.
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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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