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Mikel came in through the back door, bringing in the groceries for dinner. Mostly a mix of canned and fresh vegetables with sides to go with the usual. It didn't seem like San had gonna home yet. It was quiet whether the man was here or not at first. He took off his light jacket before hanging it up on the hook on the door. His hands were still abit sore as he almost peeled the jacket off. There were still healing bite marks on each individual finger, then it lead to a trail of deeper bites going up his arms and shoulders. Every small bite was covered with a colorful bandage, but every big bite was cleaned and wrapped with large white bandage. He was abit slower as he prepared everything, beginning to set up the pots on the stove, let cold water run over the vegetables, and soak the cutting board. As long as he kept the other fed for today, he wouldn't have to worry about it. He hadn't bitten Mikel in almost a week now...