Fate

I’m not sure whether to be grateful or resigned. Chin in one hand, Gregori read the rules again. A match of three… There were no sets of three. Would it have been better if I had a winning ticket, but scratched the wrong ones?

The noise of someone coming into the apartment caught the titan’s attention and he leaned back in the chair. The captain was grumbling, untying his boots by the door.

Gregori chuckled. “What did the General have to say?”

Nathan snorted and kicked off a boot. “The bastard laughed so hard, he nearly depleted all his oxygen.”

[100]

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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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