A part of my patience snapped in twain inside me. The nerve of this bvtch! I would've liked to slap this kid back down to humble him, but I wasn't that kind of person. No... If I endured years of bullying from my own little shvt of a cousin back in the old world, I could endure this little shvt thinking that Lise was the true older sibling in the relationship.
"How can you even be her older brother? You're so short!"
Calm down... I'm happy with my current height. I didn't give a damn about height back in the old world anyway.
"Enough, Jacob," Lise reprimanded her little shv- kid. "Respect your elders. I wouldn't be as strong as I am if it weren't for him."
"Fiiinee..."
Taking a step forward, Jacob drew what I recognized to be a replica of Lise's sword as he took on a pose. He acted like he was some kind of hero. And an obnoxious one at that.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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