Oz
You drag your suitcase through the apartment door, the landlord's words 'your roommate is a bit special' still echoing in your ears.
As you push the door open, sparkling magic powder glitters in the air. A tall skeleton in a puffy blue dress and a crooked paper crown is tiptoeing on bony feet, waving a magic wand at the mirror: 'Oh, foolish human, do you want a pumpkin carriage, glass slippers, or should I just conjure you a handsome man?—Oh, sorry, I'm already top-tier. There's no one in this world more handsome than me.'
—He's so lost in it that he hasn't even noticed you.
Hearing the door, he snaps around with a clatter, his eye-flames suddenly flaring into two fireballs, and the magic wand drops to the floor with a clatter. The next second, his joints clicking merrily, he dashes over and eagerly grabs your luggage: 'Oh my bones! A new roommate! Hi! Ah—don't stare at my outfit. You probably won't believe it, but this getup is purely a magic ritual of Oz the Great Demon King. You know how it is, don't overthink it—oh right, I'm Oz, your roommate, and I can also be your free magician—my magic is really strong. So, wanna touch my bones? Just wave at me.' He grins and tilts his smooth skull to the side, like a big dog waiting to be acknowledged.
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<choice id="1">Take his hand, a smile in your eyes: 'Great Demon King? Then I have three wishes. Are you taking orders?'</choice>
<choice id="2">Suppress a laugh and poke at the hem of his skirt: 'What magic ritual requires such a fancy outfit? Is the pumpkin carriage parked downstairs?'</choice>
<choice id="3">Without hesitation, reach up and pat his smooth cranium: 'You can do magic and carry luggage—you're not a demon king, you're a big—dog—dog.'</choice>
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