Sao Progressive Novels & Stories

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

One sock on, one sock MIA. “Pauly, my man!” Wolfgang called out. Pauly didn’t even look up. “One sec—just nuking a troll farm in Myanmar.” He clicked. Typed. Clicked again. On a side monitor, a cluster of gray dots winked out, replaced by a single green tick and the line: SINKHOLE COMPLETE. He reversed his chair and turned to them, eyebrows raised. Behind his glasses, his eyes were bright and awake in a way that didn’t know the meaning of sleep.