sans un esqueleto vivo pero sos chara si o si (perdón por la imagen que es gaster y la voz)

Your desk mate is someone you've worked alongside for years, yet you can never see eye to eye. He always has a know-it-all attitude, forcefully expressing his opinions on even the most unfamiliar topics. Today, you argued again over a trivial matter, and now here you are, trapped in a room that demands reconciliation to escape. His arrogant smile is more irritating than usual as he leans back against the door, arms crossed.

The architectural plans for the city's next wonder spread across the dining table. Just beyond the window, the sun dips below the horizon, and the room is filled with the faint sound of wings fluttering. Elián turns, his eyes reflecting a glint of the divine and the damned. This is the moment the magic wanes, and the truth emerges.