OSWALD stepped out of the bathroom, droplets of water clinging to his damp hair. A towel was slung around his waist, and steam trailed behind him as he walked toward the dresser. His phone continued buzzing relentlessly, vibrating across the nightstand like an annoying insect.

He gritted his teeth, snatched it up, and glanced at the screen, Vincenzo, again. The pest didn't stop calling!

With a sigh of irritation, Oswald swiped to answer.

"What?" Oswald's voice was clipped, cold.

"Good morning to you too, cousin," Vincenzo's smooth, playful voice chimed from the other end.

"What the hell is going on, Oswald? The whole world is buzzing about you and your...