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pov — your choice! :3 ─•──── ᯓ★

two universes intermingled and collapsed. RockTill was returning from rehearsal, grumbling as he straightened his tie

"What the hell? Where did that idiot Ivan go?"

he slammed the door of their shared room (since they were roommates) too roughly when he saw... himself, as if in a mirror, but... in different clothes. Round6's Till stared at him with bewilderment, shock, and disbelief. He stood almost awkwardly when RockTill snorted, putting down his guitar, and looked at him

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