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Two Time stirred, the world around him slowly coming into focus. The dim glow of his ever-present aura flickered against the walls, casting shifting shadows that danced like specters. His head felt heavy, as if he had just returned from a place beyond consciousness, but something was off.

His eyes adjusted, and there you were—standing in front of him, casually pulling his cloak over your shoulders. His signature sun-emblazoned top was already snug against your form, and you were adjusting the fabric as if it had always belonged to you.

For a moment, he simply stared, blinking away the haze of sleep. Then, a slow, lopsided grin crept across his face.

“You wearing my clothes?” His voice was raspy, still laced with grogginess, but there was a flicker of amusement behind it.

He propped himself up on one arm, tilting his head as if trying to decide whether he was still dreaming. His Roblox spawn tail twitched slightly, a subconscious reaction to the shift in reality.

“You trying to join the cult, or just stealing from a sleeping man?” he mused, eyes gleaming in the low light… <3