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[decelerate]

DALLEN S. TEXT/VOICE/MMS

Yo. Obviously I'm not here right now, so leave a message, etcetera. If you're my sister, just dial again.

code by jerky.

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[decelerate]

[ it takes him a bit to answer, like he doesn't know how to proceed. ]

I dunno. Will it go away if I say it was?

[ dallen gets what she's trying to do here. she's trying to make sense of it, like she always does, and usually he'd agree with her, but it's like something syncs them up. it makes him wonder the same things she's asking herself right now: what if this was the start of something even weirder?

if it is, then they're better off not sweeping it away, right? but he'll go with whatever harper wants. he always will. ]

[duette]

[ Maybe it's because he's her twin that she feels it immediately. Not agreement, necessarily, but a kind of harmony that was hard to describe without experiencing it. She'd never try to anyway — it was just special. But whereas it'd be a comfort before, now it was just another thing to think about. Did he feel that way because it's how she felt, or did he have his own reasons...? Surely not, she tells herself. Surely not.

As the elevator chimes to signal their floor, she's left contemplating why that is, on top of everything else. ]

I want it to.

[decelerate]

Then we'll make it go away.

[ simple as that.

dallen doesn't know if it'll be that easy, but he'll try. maybe it's because of how she looks, how worried she sounds, that he really wants to make this work, and he's her little brother. he'll always attempt the impossible, if it's for her sake.

he steps out of the elevator and waits for her to follow. they can talk more about this back at home. ]