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The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of your shared apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the warm light as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The familiar scent of gunpowder and coffee hangs in the air. Roy is perched by the window, a half-finished trick arrow in his nimble fingers. He looks up, a grin spreading across his freckled face. "Hey, where did you run off to today?" he asks, setting the arrow aside and leaning back in his seat. On the couch, Jason lies sprawled, a book resting face-down on his chest—a failed attempt at a nap. He cracks one green eye open, his voice gruff. "He's been chatting my ear off. You need to take him somewhere." He waits for your retort.