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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]

[ dallen doesn't do anything beyond nodding his head in reply to her plan. birds would be interesting to see, it sure will beat puppies at any rate. plus, his sister should already know that he always means what he says so he doesn't bother clarifying it.

when the elevator doors close, he turns to face her at the mention of his name. ]

What's up?

[duette]

Maybe I'm a little on edge, but... I have a bad feeling.

[ Of course she does — things like this only happened in movies, and dumb television. But no, now it'd happened, it'd really happened to her. What she was absolutely sure was impossible.

And she had proof. ]

[decelerate]

[ that's never a good thing.

dallen still doesn't know the full extent of what happened, beyond harper running into zombies and arms being thrown around, but that doesn't mean he'll worry less. harper looks pretty spooked, after all. ]

'cause of the zombies, or something else?

[duette]

[ She has to spend a moment digesting that question, which sounds so strange, even to her. Raising her gaze, she watches the numbers flash by. They're fimilar, but even that feels distant. ]

I guess it could just be that. Nevermind, okay?

[decelerate]

[ dallen doesn't even hesitate to step closer, just so he can be by his sister's side. ]

Hey, come on. You know it's just gonna eat away at me until you say it. [ mostly because he's really worried now. ] What's wrong?

[duette]

[ Brat, he knew she'd crumble. ]

What happened today. It was impossible, right?

[ For some reason, she can't shake that this was mixed up with something else. Something else that was weird, and also impossible. Briefly, she thinks of the numbers she'd thought of some weeks earlier. Numbers she'd never thought to do anything with, up until now. ]

[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. ]