Click. Click. Tap. Tap. Click. Click.
I stared down at my computer, feeling my eyes begging for a break; after all, they hadn't been plugged into my power station in a full 72 hours. My CPME (core processor for mental enhancement) was running low as well. I massaged my forehead with freezing fingertips, trying to pull myself together. All the research I had been doing on early 21st century music had been wearing down on my mind.
Damn, designing the follow up for my Cupid VR RPG, making it sexual enough for the Love-Gifted, yet not too much for regulations is far harder than I would've liked. How did I do it last time?
I slumped against my desk, closing my eyes for a moment. If only I was allowed to use my Time-Gift...
A/N
I promise the next chapter will be longer! Love you,
Icy
