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Chapter 114 of Random Tales of Dragko

She leaned her head in contentment as she let it fill in the rest of her memory of sitting on a couch in a small living room in a suburban home with her mother late at night. Along with it came visions of similar movies and a memory of enjoying the blasts and zipping sounds of old scifi films. She snorted under her breath. Her mind drifted from the movie as she found a memory of a hot pink board from a movie she couldn’t place… a gift she had desperately wanted and gotten… pink and bright green.

“A hover board,” she muttered.

“Hmm?” came Drakken’s voice, “I already got you one.”

“No I meant…” Shego trailed off as suddenly became aware of how focused they had both been in the movie.

Her head was leaned on Drakken’s shoulder and he seemed unaware he was currently her pillow, despite her hair being on his face. Either he hadn’t noticed or he didn’t care. Most likely the first one as it was Drakken after all. Just like his moods, his focus was often skewed. She chose to not point this out or move.

Description
Chapter 114 of Random Tales of Dragko

She leaned her head in contentment as she let it fill in the rest of her memory of sitting on a couch in a small living room in a suburban home with her mother late at night. Along with it came visions of similar movies and a memory of enjoying the blasts and zipping sounds of old scifi films. She snorted under her breath. Her mind drifted from the movie as she found a memory of a hot pink board from a movie she couldn’t place… a gift she had desperately wanted and gotten… pink and bright green.

“A hover board,” she muttered.

“Hmm?” came Drakken’s voice, “I already got you one.”

“No I meant…” Shego trailed off as suddenly became aware of how focused they had both been in the movie.

Her head was leaned on Drakken’s shoulder and he seemed unaware he was currently her pillow, despite her hair being on his face. Either he hadn’t noticed or he didn’t care. Most likely the first one as it was Drakken after all. Just like his moods, his focus was often skewed. She chose to not point this out or move.