Greed raised an eyebrow at the bartender. They did not fit this reality. The threads wavered around them, becoming fluid, questionably real, until they reached something undeniably real. Like...well, not Greed. The bar itself? Yeah. That was real enough.
The effect was familiar.
Greed choked, a drop of burning liquid passing down the wrong pipe. They gave a short cough and dealt with it, cursing under their breath to regain some clarity.
"When did you get a job, Time?"
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