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There was nothing as irritating as waking up early on a Monday.
Well, scratch that: there was one thing more irritating than waking up early on a Monday, it was waking up feeling like Mum could be at the door with an 'actually, I changed my mind, I do want to kill you' note in one hand and Azrael's Blade in the other.
He didn't so much wake up as jerk awake with that image burned into his mind. He sat up abruptly, head fuzzy with alarm, staring at--
--the open door into the galley, and no Mum.
And yet.
[[ for one, then another ]]
Well, scratch that: there was one thing more irritating than waking up early on a Monday, it was waking up feeling like Mum could be at the door with an 'actually, I changed my mind, I do want to kill you' note in one hand and Azrael's Blade in the other.
He didn't so much wake up as jerk awake with that image burned into his mind. He sat up abruptly, head fuzzy with alarm, staring at--
--the open door into the galley, and no Mum.
And yet.
[[ for one, then another ]]
