❛ yasha. ❜ standing over the slumbering fighter with her hands on her hips, jester waits a grand total of 2.6 seconds before repeating trying again, voice pitched higher, squawking like a spring chicken. ❛ yasha! ❜ nothing. not a thing. an annoyed sigh hisses past her lips as she leans forward, her silhouette blotting out the soft pink-gold light growing over the horizon and slipping over their camp. ❛ yasha! yasha! yasha!! yashaaaaa, wake up, i feel into a ditch! ❜
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