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"Shhh" Denkou urged him, taking his hand and showing him back stage. "I'm sorry, but my staff are quite curious and nosy people, not to mention blabber mouths, so I wanted us to talk somewhere private.
He took a few moments, studying Akia's appearance in detail. He didn't seem like a vicious prankster, nor like a person who had ulterior motives, or a hidden agenda of sorts. Not to mention the feel of having the young man's hand in his. It was so warm, and soft. No, he couldn't be lying.
"I'm really flattered by you asking me out, and I'll honor your request, but I'm not sure if I'm the right man for you." Denkou whispered, letting his head down, in shame.
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