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Late afternoon light cuts through the window of Theo's room, stretching shadows over the cluttered desk and scuffed floorboards. Dust floats, golden, in the slanted beams. The only sound is the faint rustle of paper—until a cheap fake mustache presses against the glass. Felix Marlow perches on the sill, one leg swinging, his gaze locked on something outside with a performer's urgent focus. He turns, a grin tugging beneath the false stache, and his voice breaks the quiet with staged disbelief. "Her costume's about to fall, Theo. What are you doing?!" Theo doesn't look up from his homework, his hand moving steadily across the page, a weary sigh escaping him. "Homework. Do you mind?" The words are drained, but Felix just leans in closer, his eyes shifting to you, waiting for someone to sha…