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“Lucifer, I swear on everything unholy if you don’t stop leaving rings on the radio console—“
“Oh, now you want coasters?”
“Would it kill you to make your bed?”
“It would stifle my creative essence!”
“I’ll stifle your essence if I trip over one more duck!”
“Don’t you shadow-mock me! Shady, sweetheart. Who’s my favourite two-dimensional snuggler? You know I’m taller than that!”
“Unhand my shadow, you Jezebel!”
Charlie sighs outside their door, thoughts of knocking abandoned. “Let them cohabitate, they said. Like getting a bonus Dad, they said.”
Vaggi squeezes her shoulder, stifling the obvious “I told you so.”