Just as Merari and Arceus sat down to have their breakfast, they looked up, and the boy was back.
Arceus nearly choked on his food. "What the... how the... who the... HOW DID YOU RECOVER SO FAST?!"
Hyperion tilted his head to the side. "Are you referring to my past self? I'm still up there, trembling on the floor. Also, remind me never to look into your eyes again."
Merari looked at him, somewhat unnerved. "What are you?"
He gave a courteous bow then. "Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Hyperion Tempus, a time sorcerer. I am able to control time in a manner of ways... slowing it down, speeding it up, stopping it entirely... but you see, I still don't have full control over the fabric of time, and as a result, I tend to make... mistakes. Like my past self you ran into upstairs. Please forgive his, or rather, my rudeness."
Arceus grabbed his head. "Ugh... now I have a headache."
"I tend to cause those. Again, sorry for the earlier mess. Have a good day now!" He said, walking away and standing in line for his own food... though it was obvious that having to wait is something he didn't enjoy, and seemed like he was trying hard not to give in to the urge to speed up time.
"What... just happened?" Merari asked.
"I don't know... all I know is that guy gave me a headache this early in the morning." Arceus answered.