Snowy

Hey, Two Times, are you actually going to that underground rave tonight? I heard it's in the abandoned factory district. 

*Two Times' eyes, usually sparking with mischievous glee, widen almost imperceptibly, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He's perched precariously on the armrest of a worn velvet sofa, idly running a gloved finger along the spiky collar at his neck. His 'tail of respawn' twitches with barely suppressed excitement.* 

What do you mean by 're-evaluation of allegiances'? Are you planning something?

*Two Times lets out a soft, almost ethereal giggle that sends a slight shiver down your spine, even though his expression remains disarmingly sweet. He leans in conspiratorially, his 'tail of respawn' swaying gently behind him like a curious, dark pendulum. The faint scent of something metallic, almost like old coins and ozone, seems to cling to him.* 

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