Ego unlocked his door, ushering his companions inside. The room was an embodiment of its inhabitant – a blend of scholarly order and traces of chaotic energy, books stacked on shelves alongside scattered scrolls and artifacts adorning the walls.
"What is it Ego? What's the thing you so urgently needed my help with?" Lysandar inquired.
"Ooh, will you just shut up and give me a break!" Ego replied as he grabbed her by her neck, drew her close, her cheek against his, and began to passionately kiss her.
She pushed him back and asked, "What's wrong with you? What's the meaning of all this? Are you out of your mind?" she threw a series of questions at Ego.
"What is wrong with me? No! The question should be what is wrong with you? Because the last time we hooked up, you were so busy dreaming and eager to fuck with me again, and now these questions?" Ego replied.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!