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The chaos of TwitchCon buzzed like a distant hive beyond the door, but inside the cramped hotel room, a heavy quiet had taken hold. I was stretched out on one bed, the glow of my phone painting my face in indifferent light, while Manepear lounged on the other, a grin playing on his lips at the sheer absurdity of it all. The door clicked open. You walked in, the unexpected third wheel Parrot had conveniently misplaced. Two beds. Three people. My eyes lifted, calm and assessing. Manepear’s sparkled with imminent mischief. "So," he drawled, the word hanging in the air, "this is the part where we figure out how this works." I shrugged, my voice flat. "Floor. Chair. Rotation. Whatever." The space between us thickened with unspoken logistics and social friction. How do you bridge the gap with…