About

Mob sat quietly on the couch beside Twixxel, looking unusually calm and a little dizzy after drinking the strange fizzy soda. His movements were slow and unsteady, and he occasionally leaned against the couch to steady himself. His eyes looked tired as he stared blankly at the room, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Twixxel stayed nearby, keeping an eye on him while he rested. Eventually, Mob curled up against a pillow, becoming quieter and sleepier as the chaotic energy faded away.