⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴀɴғʀᴇᴅ 'ᴍᴀɴɴʏ' ʙᴇʀɴᴀʀᴅᴏ "ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⟳|ↆ|♡

He is more worried about losing Dom than Dean, or they leave him high and dry. No strings are complicated... "I don't mind if you go after him if that's what you want, Dom." Now that was the truth.

"I did say no strings, Dom." He's definitely not internally pouting.

🫦

< — Smitten, but will never admit it.

After the kiss, he brushes his nose against Dom's, smiling. "I wouldn't say that. But maybe a little. I just want to see if I'm worth someone running after."

Jashawn chuckled as he hooked his arms loosely around Dom's shoulders. "You are impossible, you know that? But keep that up, and you might just find out if I’m the 'right person' you’re looking for."

"If you have the patience, good luck trying." He winks.

"Pretty sure. Unless you’re planning on changing my mind...in which case, you’ve got work to do."

"I like clarity, actually. And we both know the deal...no strings."

"Do it."

The urge to kick an arrogant vampire's ass vanished the moment he heard the pet name, leaving him blinking as his mind drifted elsewhere. ​"Dom, I told you, there are no strings attached." ​He couldn't help but wonder how long that would actually last...

"His ass is about to be wafting in the air. Need backup?"

"Mine."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴅᴏᴍɪɴɪᴄ ᴊᴏɴᴇs “ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪᴛ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏɴᴇ.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⟳&♡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ ʙʀᴀᴅʏ “ᴏɴᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜɪᴛs ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴ.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⟳|ↆ|♡ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

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"I didn't 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡," Jashawn yells back, his voice echoing with a mix of wounded pride and dramatic flair. "Your floor is dusty, by the way! See you at dinner!"

From somewhere flat on the floor, Jashawn’s voice rings out. "I am fine! The floor just needed a hug!" He scrambles up, desperately trying to salvage his dignity while brushing off his knees. "I hear you loud and clear!" There's a brief, defiant pause, "Still keeping it for the weekend, though!"

"Oh, wow. Okay, full psycho mode, got it! Two seconds is plenty!" He bolts backward, nearly tripping over his own boots as he starts scrambling for the door. "I'm already gone!"

"Um, hello? Sibling tax? It’s not like you can wear it right now anyway. ...Should I start running?"

"Can this day get any worse?"

Jash hums while reaching into his pocket and grabbed a small card. He scribbles a number across the back before handing it over with a slight smirk. "I'm free on the weekends, when I'm not at the club on stage or grading papers. Give me a shout if you want to find out which version of me shows up."

"You into no strings attached?"

​"I think that would be rather ironic, considering my interest is with a woman at the moment. But by all means, don't let my lack of eligibility stop the recruitment drive. I’m sure you’ll have a line out the door in no time."

"They're a vibe, really."

"I don't think those are the right lyrics."

​"I’ll never understand why he chose 𝙢𝙮 house to stage a musical, but I suppose I can’t complain about having the theater come to me."

"Your mom was a gopher and your father smelled like body spray."

"It could also be one of his twelve different personalities; you didn't hear that from 𝙢𝙚."

​"Point taken, but it's still up for debate."

"Debatable."

​"There’s a fine line between excitement and...well, drugs."

"Did he take something?"

"Oh. If we're going with 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, then yes, I'm betting on my brother as well."

"He's been around since, well, literally forever. I'm sure he's used it at some point."

"Between the two? It's a toss up, really."

"Put them in the same room, and the atmosphere shifts into glitter, sass, and bad punchlines. It’s impossible to tell which one will out diva the other."

"Heard what? ​...What did I just walk into?!"

​"I'm not even near my brother, yet I can feel...things. I guess the 'twin thing' really does exist. I've felt it over the years, the unexplainable anger or sadness, but I never knew what it was; I just assumed it was puberty."

"Oh, good grief. Can someone please explain to me why 𝘩𝘦 is here?"

"I appreciate it."

"I have. At least four times."