"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."

"I wouldn't put it that way. Annoying and persistent? Yes. But I wouldn't say I'm particularly upset with him. Yet."

"It’s a very long, very complicated story involving your brother...and I'm certain you won't want to hear it."

He stares for a long moment before barking out a dry laugh. "Ha. Haha...no."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sᴀᴍ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ “ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ɪᴛ’s ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⟳|ↆ|♡ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

"It would be for my own amusement, mostly. I have no professional use for it. I'm not exactly moonlighting as a hunter."

"He does."

"There are a few, though I’d actually have to want to take them."

"What did you say, then?"

"Did he?"

"German, actually. That's the class I'm teaching at the moment."

"I'm going to assume that is a no to my previous question."

"One would hope so, given that I'm a linguistics professor."

"I did try it. I read, 'So let’s not go soft.' Does that sound right? I can read them, but my accuracy is normally nonexistent."

"I can speak every language, yet I can't read lips."

"Mind you, that was drawn three years before I met them."

"I often draw what I see in my dreams."

"It’s a family motto only because you treat the laws of physics like a rough draft."

"I’m not even mad. I’m just disappointed you didn't lead with that in the group chat. Instead, I had to find out via a trending hashtag."

His pupils thinned instinctively when he caught a whiff of something...different. His head tilted with a predatory, serpentine curiosity. "Something smells...sweet. Different." He scented the air one last time, trying to pinpoint the source.

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