"F-focus, Lise," I harshly whispered, though the smile that just wouldn't leave my face was probably making it lose over ninety percent of its effectiveness. "We can't get caught now!"
"I-I'm sorry, Brother," Lise smiled, her chuckles dying out as she wiped a few tears out of her eyes. "It's just... How stupid can they get?!"
I was about to run for it when I noticed that were still protected by the loudness of the protesters around us. It was a damn miracle that we even managed to get away scot-free, but luck was something that I didn't want to rely on too much!
"Lise, quiet!" I firmly held her wrist for emphasis. "We're almost there, okay?"
"O-okay..." my sister chuckled, still shaking her head in her hilarity. "I'm sorry for losing focus."
"It's fine..."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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