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Finally. There was time to kick back and relax, eat a little snack for once, and work on his research. Sylvie leaned backwards on his gaming office chair, humming as he nonchalantly moved his mouse and typed with his dominant hand, using his right one to grab a chicken wing from the bucket of KFC he ordered with his hard earned cash. . .—hold on. Why does he hear steps. He dropped the chicken wing, jumping up onto the chair and turning it around, before it went off and fell onto the floor. He let out an audible ‘ack!’ of slight pain, before looking up to see her. There she was, in her 6’3 glory. Mom.
“GIVE ME THE’ GODDAM’ WINGS, YA’ GREMLIN!”
”YOU’LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!!!”