On Pwurp Island, Feli comes across Strange Klug watching the waves cover the sand. Requested by a tumblr anon who asked for "what time is it?" from a question ask prompt list.

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Feli would also say Pwurp Island is preferable to Primp Town. There are more people around with whom she can converse about love. Ally and Rafisol are two beings she has also come to enjoy having tea parties and Puyo battles with, just to name names. Although there are unscrupulous annoyances, she would say her experiences on the island have been pleasant.

There are also different versions of her many friends. Oddly enough, there are several Arles and Sigs, such as one being a valkyrie, the other dressed in a kitty suit. She has even met a version of herself wearing a gothic outfit, and she had been delighted to discuss fate and love with her, her friendship more than appreciated.

But what sparks her curiosity is a version of Klug. To others, they are known as Strange Klug, and they are a spirit possessing Klug's body. They are without a real name, or if they have one, they have never told it to any resident of the island. She wonders what their name could be, as she knows Klug is not a name worth remembering, but they seem fine with their title, so Feli never bothered to ask for more information.

She finds him on the shore watching the sea, the sunset melting liquid gold into the waves. The deep scarlet water reminds her of a heart, pumping and beating, ebbing and caressing endlessly. They catch eyes, and they watch her approach. She says nothing in greeting, choosing to stand next to them as the water laps by their boots. They make no indication that she is a bother, so she stands still, observing the waves and breathing in the salty air.

"What time is it?" Strange Klug asks, their eyes focused on a spot in the sea which she cannot make out.

The question makes her tilt her head. Judging by the sun's position, it is the start of dusk. The hints of purple cutting through the rosy red sky affirms her internal assertion.

"Dusk," Feli plainly remarks.

They hum and nod. She is thankful they do not push the question, as she isn't entirely sure of the exact time. She would not want to have an argument with an acquaintance over something as foolish as that. Knowing her compatriots, that would have led to a Puyo battle.

"It's my favorite time of day," they say conversationally. When she merely remains quiet and stares at them, Strange Klug's mouth cuts upwards in a grin. "Dusk is a time for both peace and clamor. It's rather amusing how such juxtaposing moods can fit in the exact same timeframe."

She hums. It's an interesting declaration. Feli has never considered that, finding dusk as simply an indicator of when she can sleep so that she will soon be able to dream of her beloved. She fiddles with her dowsing rods, her wings gently fluttering in the wind as she waits for them to continue.

"In my experience, this would be the perfect time for me to cause a bit of chaos," Strange Klug says, chuckling, and Feli assumes they are thinking of a pleasant time in the past, "but seeing the ocean like this up close, it's peaceful enough to subdue me for another day."

Feli hums to herself. She supposes the ocean is beautiful, but she has seen it enough times. To her, while she appreciates the waves and the calming salty scent, it has become part of her routine. She sees the ocean every single day, but when she glances at them, Feli notices them leering at the shoreline, the golden grains of sand darker compared to the honey colored shore surrounding them.

"Ah, I understand," she announces, her surprise pitching her voice. She quickly smothers it by clearing her throat. "Your...capture, so to say, has prevented you from seeing the ocean up close. It must have been a long time since you have been near the sea."

Strange Klug grimaces. Feli wonders if she has made a social faux pas, but they relax, their shoulders slouching. They do not reply, but their silence says it all. She watches them crouch and caress the shore, burying their fingers through the wet sand and letting the grains slip through the spaces of their hand. They flick off any stragglers into the water, and the sea erases their worries, another gentle gust of wind brushing their backsides.

"It is quite nice. I would like to take my beloved here one day and walk hand-in-hand with him, and it shall be done. It is f-a-t-e," she says, and as Strange Klug nods, Feli finds herself enjoying the ocean much more as they watch the waves in silent companionship.