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Notes: Yes, I know that my title for yesterday was a bit . . . erm . . . irrelevant. I was (as I said) in a rush, actually to get to a friend's birthday party, and so I didn't want to spend four minutes sitting and speculating over what I could possibly call it - and to be frank, I like that title. I've always planned on using it somewhere for something. You know what? I haven't even been able to go through and reply to my reviews for drabble twenty-five yet! I'll be there in a minute, but I hadn't posted my updates in my fanfiction section of the Royai forum (link in my profile), and I'm just posting yesterday's updates and today's updates there first, then I'll get to replying XD Ahh, I feel all out of order. Anyway, thank you for you continual support, and here's the next drabble!
Twenty-six: Faulty Predictions
"Livvy!"
She spun about, hand on the hilt of her sword, feet shifting into a defensive stance.
And stopped.
A great, hulking mass powered into her, and giant arms wrapped around her body, lifting her off her feet. Pink sparkles flashed before her eyes, and somehow she didn't think that it was a product of the sudden asphyxiation she was experiencing.
"Down," she gasped out.
With a barely restrained smile, the bodybuilder her brother had become – his toned body had obviously been worked upon since she last saw him – set her onto the floor.
"Good to see you again, sister."