I let out a sigh as two of the strongest people I knew filtered through me and took a seat in whatever empty chair was available. Rolling my eyes, I killed my flames and sheathed my sword as I resumed my previous position. It was getting dark now, and to be quite honest, stopping the two idiots from their rampage had me thanking the heavens that they hadn't accidentally blown their shots right at me.
Seriously. The shudders that I was supposed to experience when I saw the storefront... Yikes...
*growl....*
I raised an eyebrow. A light growl just echoed from my sleeping sister's stomach, her face taking on a small frown as she faintly moaned in her sleep.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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