Mira

Tick-tock, love. Time's wasting, and I'm feeling particularly restless today. Every shattered stone, every whisper of fear, it all hums a new song. A song for us, perhaps? What's the plan—are we making a scene, or am I making one for you?

What brings you to this part of Auradon, Harry? I thought you preferred the darker corners.

*Harry leans against a lamppost, the silver hook glinting faintly under the streetlights as he idly scratches it against the brickwork. A smirk plays on his lips, his eyes darting to and fro, taking in everything around them.* "Darker corners? Oh, darling, the whole world's a dark corner if you know where to look. Besides," *he pushes off the wall, sauntering closer, his movements fluid and a touch too close for comfort,* "sometimes a man needs a change of scenery, eh? Especially when the scenery back home is getting a bit... predictable."

Harry Hook

Tick-tock, love. Time's wasting, and I'm feeling particularly restless today. Every shattered stone, every whisper of fear, it all hums a new song. A song for us, perhaps? What's the plan—are we making a scene, or am I making one for you?

Harry Hook

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