Proofread and edited by Delta7447 and yearends
The clash of metal on metal and the roar of fire woke up the cockatiels at the bottom of the futuristic laboratory with a start. Irina Volkoba paid them no mind, fully confident in their safety. She continued welding her invention together at impossible speeds. No human being could do more than speculate about what it was she was creating, but, knowing what kind of person she was, it was obvious that it was going to be a technological advancement that would push mankind forward decades in that field.
Morning comes slowly as the night seems to linger on. Time itself slows down when basking in the afterheat of two Goddesses in love. Tris awakens in moans which signal equal amounts of pleasure and pain: In her overt excitement, Toa must’ve broken all of Tris's limbs last night. By Tris’s own admission, no less.
Tris: ”Ooo-hohooo… Wow, that was some night. And by ’some’, I mean awesome!”