Sibling Duty

[Miaou]

Oh please, not now. Pleeeeeease sis, just let me sleep, said Malachy to himself. He reaked of sweat and ozone from flight practice. His entire body ached from being thrown around his practice naval ship. How being thrown around in a bone stock fighter was practice he'd never know.

He sat for a few moments more, hoping the pounding would stop. For a second it did, and he almost passed out again only to be smacked back awake to more banging. He should know his sister better than that.

He slowly stood up, feeling the pain flare through his body. Turning to the door, he stepped heavily as if each movement brought pain. His flight suit, a bit large for his small skinny body, seemed to drag behind him as the folds drooped to the floor.

Once at the door he slowly opened it, abruptly cutting another round of banging short by his sister. He stood there, baggy eyes matching his dirty over sized flight suit. His eyes were almost glazed over as he stared at his sister. He stood there as his sister looked onward, hand still raised from knocking on the door.

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