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Day 32: Sun Room (2nd shift)
After the couple glasses of water Leon managed to gulp down during breakfast, the mage felt immensely better. He was still a bit tired, but that was nothing a little lounging on one of the sofas wouldn't cure. Stretching his arms above his head, he couldn't help but wish he'd had the chance to grab one of his new doctor's coats before leaving his room that morning. Maybe they would have let him get away with wearing it. Maybe.
He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.
He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.
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"What, I'm supposed to actually believe that crap about monsters or whatever? Pardon me if I think the people raving on about this place being 'different' at night are crazy. I don't know what could have given me that idea. Don't feel you have to do me any goddamn favours, 'cause whatever my situation is here I sure as hell don't need your sympathy."
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"Believe it or don't, that's your limb to lose, not mine. Not too sure how you're mistaking me as actually sympathetic, though, 'cause if I have to be honest, I think I sound more like a jackass. But your call, right?"
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He had to admit, it was strange that two people had the same delusion, but maybe there was a rational explanation for it. He really wished Peter was here, he was always better at figuring things like this out.
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"Right," he said neutrally, chewing on the corner of his thumb. "So what are you, then?"