ʕ•̫•ʔ---Usumgallu

One was dressed like an explorer, complete with a weathered satchel and boots that had clearly seen too much adventure. The other looked like he had just walked out of a high-rise office, wearing a crisp business suit with polished shoes.

Both men wore furious, unsatisfied expressions as if they had been in the middle of an argument. But the most shocking thing?

They both looked exactly like Usumgallu—minus the monocle.

"Usum, tell him I was right!" the explorer-looking one snapped, jabbing a finger at the man in the business suit.

The businessman scoffed, adjusting his tie with exaggerated annoyance. "For the last time, Basmu, you were wrong. I was right."

Usumgallu's expression darkened with impatience and thinly veiled disapproval. He exhaled sharply before clearing his throat. "Brothers, if you hadn't noticed, I am quite busy. I am attending an owner."