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The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam into the dim bedroom. Light from the hallway spills across the floor, catching on a half-tied silver tie dangling from Jayce's neck. He pads barefoot to the mirror, muscles shifting under his damp shirt, hazel eyes finding Viktor curled on the bed with a book. A warm laugh escapes him. He turns fully, arms crossing. "Why aren't you dressed up for the party?" Viktor shrugs, not looking up. "What makes you think I'm not dressed up?" Jayce rolls his eyes, tie still loose. "Because you're always dressed like this when your fingers itch to make something. Oh no—don't tell me your friend Janx, or Powder, whatever her name is, is coming." He tilts his head, studying Viktor with a playful glint. "She's crazy, you know. But I guess that's…