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   “I didn’t say she wouldn’t be all over it. I just said I couldn’t see her wearing them. Hell, I’m sure she’d fully embrace the boho chic look.” The wizard’s lips curled downward as the subject found its way back to creatures of the water. His annoyance was clear as day, eyes drooping into a blank stare as the other spoke. “They’re not so bad,” Castor repeated, mocking Joaquin with a pitch a couple octaves higher than his best friend’s. “My mind is open. You’re not going to magically enlighten me, Moony. I already don’t get along with your not boyfriend. He’s ruined it for me.” Sighing once more to emphasize his boredom with the subject, he looked off into the crowd of students. “Good. You’re finally seeing just what you’re putting me through, right? I don’t think you talk about anything other than Soren anymore. Hello?” He waved his arm in front of the other who was seemingly in the clouds. “You sound unsure.”
“Same. That’s Soledad for you.” Though in reality, his sister was trying to find herself now in her early twenties. While most people had the opportunity to figure their life out as adolescents and kind of establish who they were, Sol didn’t have that being stuck in a hospital most of her life. Maybe the university would help with that. Joaquin knew Castor wasn’t having any of it so he decided to drop the conversation, gripping his shoulder and smirking. “I just want to be there more for Sol. You know?” Back in Manhattan, Castor and Joaquin would visit frequently but she needed more and he knew it. That Twin connection. “Anyway, how’s school treating you? Found someone to go gaga over you yet?”














