Chapter 826: Old house
GASP!
Primo gasped for air as he abruptly opened his eyes. His breathing was heavy and unstable, beads of sweat were on his forehead, sitting up with his upper body twisted to the side. He instinctively squinted his eyes as sunlight fell on him, peeking at it, realizing it was still early.
"Hah..." he breathed out heavily, collapsing on his back once more to lie flat on the grass. "I felt like I’ve been sleeping for an entire night."
He closed his eyes slowly, letting his body relax as his racing heart was trying to break free from his ribcage. It had only been over an hour since he fell asleep, but in his dreams, it felt like he had been there for a year.
"These things kept happening more frequently than before," he murmured, eyes shut. "Perhaps it’s because I’ve been stuck as Primo for so long my brain starts to realize I’m joking."
A short and dry laugh escaped him and reopened his eyes ever so slowly. He narrowed his eyes a little to get a better look at the beautiful, clear sky.
"Or maybe the sky’s to blame for it." He sighed, squashing down the emotions creeping into his heart that were brought by his vivid dreams. "It could also be Dimitri. That damn bastard... I’ll surely take him with me in the pits of hell."
Primo shut his eyes once again and then sighed sharply. After a moment, he sat up, feeling a little dizzy with his sudden action. When he recovered, he took his phone from the grass and then the laptop lying around it. Opening it, he ran his fingers through the keyboard, getting back to work since doing nothing was worse than torture.
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Meanwhile...
The sound of a mechanical heart rate rang simultaneously in Joker and Fig’s ears. Joker was leaning against the wall while Fig was on the couch. Neither of them broke the consistent beep resonating in the room, immersed in their own thoughts.