Lucas let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders. His wounds still felt stiff, but the clean clothes helped. He checked his reflection—raising an arm, lowering it.
"…Still alive. Good enough."
[Ding! ☆]
[ KINGGGGG (≧▽≦)ﾉ ]
[ POINT OF NO RETURN — CLEARED ☆ ]
Lucas snorted, moving to sit on the bed. "Hold on. I'm not exchanging PP yet."
[ I just wanted to appreciate you (•‿•) ]
[ YOU DID IT AGAIN! You really do deserve to be called King!! (✷‿✷) ]
"You're starting to sound like one of those AIs that glaze users just to keep retention rates up."
The panel froze.
[ …EH!? Σ(°△°|||) ]
[ NOT glazing! THIS IS DATA-BASED APPRECIATION (￣^￣) ]
"Yeah, yeah." Lucas laid back, staring at the ceiling. His tone dropped, cutting through the banter. "Oi."
[ YES KING (☆▽☆) ]
"If that family is that strong… why do they look like they're constantly holding something back?"
[ GOOD QUESTION ☆ ]
[ OR… YOU CAN ASK THEM (￣▽￣) ]
[ SOCIAL FILTER = LOW ♪ ]
