She groaned, wanting only to rest from her hectic life.
"Come in..." she called out, flipping over.
The door squeaked open. "Max?"
"Hmmm?" She groaned, recognizing the voice as Nexan.
"Sora wants to uh... see you."
Maxsodin snapped awake. Something was up. She could tell by the vague note in Nexan's usually collected voice.
She struggled out of her covers and hopped out of bed. She looked around. Her robe; it was hanging on the bedpost. She pulled it on over her black tank-top and black organization pants. What else? Her boots; she hopped around as she tried to pull them on, falling over once or twice.
Max stared into Nexan's face, trying to find some hint there. She gave none away. This made Maxy slightly more annoyed than usual.
"He's in the Training Room." Nexan said, her voice no longer anything but calm and slightly cold.
Maxsodin gave her a winning smile as she passed her and out the door. Nexan stayed impassive. Maxy's face darkened. She continued down the hall, flipping on her hood and summoning her Keyblade.
Anger; such a powerful emotion, she thought. Her adrenaline pumped the longer she held her weapon at the ready. She didn't know what to expect.
She hadn't seen Sora in forever.
She didn't even know if she wanted to.
Not like she had a choice.
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