Where did you go last night? Charles asked mentally. Since Lily saw someone who wasn't me, it must have been Richard.
"Hey, haven't I been obsessed with fishing lately? I just thought I'd use my own time to try out a new hobby—what, you want to control that too?"
Hearing Richard say this, Charles fell silent and returned to his new painting.
Time ticked by. When the last detail was added to the drawing paper, Charles pulled out his pocket watch, checked it, and relinquished control of the body. It was the other personality's turn now.
Richard started humming as he pulled out a brand-new notebook, beginning to plot out his book, *Abyss-Sea: Twenty Thousand Leagues*.
SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH. The fountain pen skated over the dry paper, leaving behind rows of fluid words.
