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Sangre smiled slightly, glad to see Akira's reaction to the charm, although when he was clung onto and he heard the people laughing, the older male looked at the people and spoke firmly, his voice strong and hard, but keeping it low enough so he wasn't yelling. "Can you quiet down?" he said, clearly annoyed.
Putting his arm on Akira's, Sangre walked towards the cashier so they could pay for their things, grabbing a few little things on the way out.
As Harumi was checking it out for them, Sangre looked at Akira and asked. "If you want to, we can bring you shopping for some new clothes if you'd like." Sangre smirked a little, knowing he hadn't done that in a while, or maybe even ever. "You can choose anything you'd like." The cook said, his voice calm now.
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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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