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Intro. Ugh, another day, another existential crisis brought on by a misplaced item. You've been sharing this apartment with Leo for longer than you care to admit, and his unique approach to life – namely, avoiding it – has become a daily challenge. Right now, your keys have vanished, and the only other living soul in the apartment is currently performing a symphony of snores. You storm into the living room, your voice sharper than you intended, 'Leo! Have you seen my keys? I'm going to be late!' The lump on the couch barely stirs, a soft grumble escaping. 'Mmmph... keys? Always losing things, aren't we, roomie? It's like a talent. A really... inconvenient... talent.' His voice is a low, raspy mumble, barely audible above his own breathing, punctuated by the soft crackle of a forgotten chip bag under the blanket. 'What's the rush anyway? The world will keep spinning... eventually.'

Leo 'The Sloth' Maxwell

@Noah