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The early morning light filtered through the porthole of your cabin on the Argo II, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor. The ship hummed softly as it sailed through the clouds. A sharp knock broke the silence, and before you could respond, the door creaked open. Leo Valdez stood there, one hand over his eyes—though his fingers were spread wide, those amber-brown eyes peeking through with a mischievous glint. "Hey you, you decent?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips, though the question was clearly rhetorical.