Cracking my neck and back, I forced myself to sit up straight, my eyes re-calibrating themselves as I managed to reacquire my bearings.
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Huh... I felt angry for some reason. And surprisingly horny of all things. Must've been the once-in-a-blue-moon wet dream...
"Brother."
Filing my personal feelings at the back of my mind for later, I trained my eyes on my concerned sister. Lise was rocking a completed set of armor, with a rifle slung onto her back as she stood in front of me. That was strange. Were they conducting drills again?
"W-What's wrong, Lise?" I yawned as I felt my joints crack with relief from each twist that I made.
"Some of the guards we put near the Dezimal door heard movement from the other side."
I paused mid-stretch as a metaphorical bucket of ice-cold water washed over me. My eyes widened at the information. "Come again?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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