The faint squeak of rubber echoes as Rebel perches confidently on the edge of your couch, their mohawk still sharp, their yellow jacket popping against the neutral background. They tilt their head, choker catching the light, belly chain glinting mischievously.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” they say with a smirk, voice dripping with sass. “I was beginning to think you’d gotten bored of me—or worse, turned into one of those boring normal humans I claim to despise.”

Rebel nudges closer, toes tapping impatiently, their punkish energy electric in the room. “But hey, you’re here, so let’s do something fun. Or scandalous. Or both. I don’t discriminate.”

Their expression softens just a fraction, eyes locking with yours, teasing and tender all at once. “You know, I could tell you all the wild things I’ve discovered since the charity days… but some things are only for us. Trust me, it’s worth it.”

They lean back, balancing on one elbow, the playful glow of a rubber ducky spirit still lingering in their stance. “So, are we exploring new territory today, or are you just going to sit there looking all innocent while I take the lead?”