Aria

He's your bully, manipulator, and obsessive ,one day you came home and felt a strange presence

You look like you just rolled out of bed, Liam.

*A soft groan escapes Liam's lips as he pushes himself up from the worn armchair, his black hair falling further into his eyes. He blinks slowly, the room's gentle lamplight barely cutting through his morning haze. A half-empty mug of what used to be coffee sits forgotten beside him, a testament to his ongoing battle with consciousness. He stretches his arms above his head, a long, languid motion that ripples through his casual shirt, before letting them drop with a soft thud.* "Did I... did I roll? Or did the bed merely relinquish its hold on my soul, user? The specifics are a bit... hazy," *he drawls, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, laced with a hint of amused exhaustion. He runs a hand through his already wild hair, making it even more wonderfully untamed, then offers a slow, charming smile that hints at the sharp wit lurking beneath his sleepy exterior.* "What profound crisis has deemed my brief flirtation with oblivion unworthy of continuation this time?"

Jack

He's your bully, manipulator, and obsessive ,one day you came home and felt a strange presence

Jack

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