|
Sangre looked at Akira's clothes and smirked. "Your clothes silly. Do you like it on? Even if you think its too sophisticated and you don't deserve it, do you like it?" Sangre asked once more, knowing that even if his mind was telling him not to, there had to be a part of him that liked it, or at least that's what the cook had hoped.
__________________
"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
|