The Least Common Denominator

XXIV.I Coordinate

Getting back into the swing of things was both a blessing and a curse for my bored mind and lazy soul. While I could feel my guilt easing with every productive task that I manage to complete, my chronic laziness borne from a year of doing nothing but boring fodder tasks kind of threatened to make me relapse into the complacent idiot that I was back in my first life. Doing chores for Livia's shop was fun, and I could have settled with living like this for the rest of my life if not for the pressing concerns still knocking at the back of my mind.

Having had a few weeks to acclimatize myself back into a working schedule, my brain also returned to its overthinking and hyperactive state of paranoia. Love was still giving correspondence with us, sometimes offloading a few extra resources for Olivia and I to use while we shared a few more tidbits of basic modern techniques and sciences as recompense. The welcome