[What in the freshest hell of Twisted Wonderland is this?

It was one thing to be dropped into some random world; it’s another to suddenly find himself without any of his usual possessions and dressed down like a peasant. The fact he can feel his magic weaker doesn’t really make him feel any better either.

Listening to these people trying to explain to him only results in a headache.

A low growl slips out as he rubs his temples.]

That ain’t making things better. At least give me something a little more decent to wear.

[He doesn’t do rags. At least, ones that aren’t these worn down.

It’s barely noon and he’s already feeling annoyed by all of this.]

[Needless to say, Leona isn’t really interested in helping out. This doesn’t interest him, and while he can be accused of being uncaring, he doesn’t really give a damn. If these peacocks got themselves into this mess, they can get themselves out.

Ignoring the fact that it’s the moogles’ fault in the first place that this is all happening.

He ignores the looks some of the birds give him as he stands off to the side, looking ready to nap despite how his ears twitches and suddenly flick in a specific direction—yours.]

Might wanna watch where you’re stepping. There’s been plenty of loud noises erupting lately.

[Yawwwwn.]

[Of course, the moment Leona gets the chance to finally have a proper nap, he’s going to take it. This whole day has been ridiculous.

First peacocks, then these weird-looking creatures—he’s done with them. He doesn’t care if this is just the tip of the iceberg. He’s already tired of these shenanigans.

So, he doesn’t put up much of a fuss when it turns out he’s in a room with some stranger he doesn’t know. All he does is yawn, walking over to the bed.]

You can sleep on the floor or leave. Doesn’t matter to me. I’m taking a nap.

[He deserves it after all of this bullshit today.]

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