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[64th]

Who: Cashmere and Jack
What: Hadriel's newest and coolest roomies doing cool activities 
Where: Cash & Jack's house
When: sometime too long after Cashmere's super cool network post
Warnings: Not yet?

[ against all reason, Cashmere's network post announcing an essay contest to be her roommate actually got someone to agree to live with her. she's excited to have someone else in the house, and glad that it's Jack, who she's heard enough good things about from Connor to feel like they've both made a good choice. 

dinner seems like a good way to start off and learn more about each other - or at least have Jack tell her more about himself so not all of her knowledge is based on what she's picked up through gossip.]

Okay, first question:  what's your favorite drink?  [ asking the important questions.  ]

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[benumbing]

[it takes him a moment. jack's still picturing her brother, tall and strong and golden. he should be here too. he should still be protecting her, making her world, maybe even her soul, complete.

he clears his throat gently.]

A sister. A twin. [he looks up, smiling faintly. he knows about that bond.] She's older by four minutes. Michelle is...good. Compassionate. Selfless. So many things that I wasn't. We used to share everything when we were children. I would steal cookies from the kitchens every night and take them to her room, and she would tell me stories. Unlike your brother, I hated to read. But I remember so many fairy tales...

[64th]

[ twins. that makes her happy - it's a special bond that only another twin can understand. and his love for his sister is obvious. especially when things are tough, having a sibling feels like a very special gift. ]

Cookies for fairytales. That sounds like a good deal. [ Cashmere smiles. ] Are you still close?

sorry for lateness!

[benumbing]

Not for a long time.

[the quietness of his voice, the downcast of his eyes, they're all unspoken signs of his regret. he even takes a deep breath and exhales it heavily.]

I wonder if she'd even want to see me now. If she did, it would only be because of her capacity to forgive.

[64th]

[ Cashmere's quiet a moment, and takes a long sip of her drink. she can't imagine the ache of losing that kind of bond. ]

Can I ask what happened?

[benumbing]

Our uncle tried to have my our father killed.

[jack lowers his glass, watching her closely as he finishes.]

And I took part in it.