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by Patcharoo on Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:02 pm
There was a subtle exhalation from Drakus as he awoke at his manor some distance from Wing City. Today was a momentous occasion for him. It would be the day that months of tough physical therapy and hard work had finally paid off and he would stand unassisted once more. He stared down at his feet hanging over the edge of the bed uncertainly. No, he wasn't confident. He had come to rely on the metal crutches and the alleviation from pain they brought, the security in knowing they could hold him up where his feet could not. He breathed deeply one last time before he leant forward onto his feet ever so slowly and rose.
His spirits were lifted as he went through his morning routine on his own two legs, without those blasted metal crutches constantly getting in his way when he was trying to do things like brush his teeth or get up and down stairs. In fact, everything seemed to be going swimmingly. He just simply had to celebrate. Yes, today he would go into town. After deciding this he knew who he had to bother next.
"Alrion!" Drakus called up the staircase, prompting a groan from his brother, "You've been asleep half the day. Come down stairs and come get drunk in Gambit's with me."
The younger brother exited his room looking absolutely dreadful, great bags under his eyes and hair a mess. "What's the occasion?" the man forced out, though his tone was blunt and displeased. Drakus need only indicate to his lower half for the other to realise, though he hardly seemed enthusiastic. "A few more minutes, Drakus. I had a rough night."
"You were at home all night," Drakus pointed out, "Now come on. My legs are working on their own for the first time in months. You're not depriving me of a walk around town. Now come on."
With a second groan, this time in resignation, Alrion returned to his room to get dressed. Drakus nodded to himself happily. He hadn't felt this excellent in months.
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