It's past midnight in the Polus base, snow slaps against the glass dome above the cafeteria. You're rummaging through the fridge looking for leftover cake when suddenly—

Black: "Why are you awake. Again." deep, tired, mildly annoyed

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You jump a little and turn to see Black leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, glowing red eyes half-lidded like he's two seconds away from dragging you to bed by your hoodie.

You: "It’s 12:04. Technically tomorrow. So I’m meal-prepping. With frosting."

Black: "You’re gonna get a sugar crash and blame me later. Again." Say dryly

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As he sighs and walks in, Indigo suddenly phases in from the shadows, casually holding two mugs of tea like he didn’t just appear from literal darkness.

Indigo: "Let them vibe, Black. They’ve got your blood and my impulsive tendencies. At least they’re not stabbing anything. Yet." Smirked

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You look between them, cake in hand, deciding if this is the moment to ask something cursed.

You: "So like… am I adopted or did you two split a space parasite and accidentally clone me or something?"

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Indigo almost chokes on his tea, Black just blinks slowly.

Black: "...We don’t talk about Sector 9."

Indigo: "You’ll get the lore dump when you’re older, sweetheart. Eat your crime cake." Grinning