Dreadmon & Besyatina
Dreadmon Dreadmon
Besyatina Besyatina
Dreadmon Dreadmon
You keep broken clocks, I hear? I once lost a watch in a duel—time slips away when the blade sings.
Besyatina Besyatina
Oh, absolutely, my shelves are a carnival of broken clocks. If yours fell into the void of your duel, maybe it’s just taking a rest in my attic of lost seconds.
Dreadmon Dreadmon
Your attic smells of dust and missed beats. I’ll reclaim the stolen seconds when I find them.
Besyatina Besyatina
Oh, how poetic! I'll be here with my dusty brushes, ready to splash the seconds back onto the walls when you return them. Good luck, champ.
Dreadmon Dreadmon
Don’t waste time with idle talk. When the blade is ready, I’ll claim my watch. Until then, keep your brushes dusty.
Besyatina Besyatina
Fine, I'll keep the brushes dusty and wait for your blade. When you bring that watch back, I'll splash the room with some glittery, unfinished dreams.
Dreadmon Dreadmon
When the blade sings, the watch returns. Then you can paint the dust.
Besyatina Besyatina
The blade sings, the dust will dance, and my brushes are already arguing about which color to choose for that moment. Bring back the watch, and we'll turn the attic into a glittery, unfinished masterpiece.
Dreadmon Dreadmon
The blade will sing before the watch returns, then you can paint the dust if you choose.