#damagetalkin

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@damagetalkin gets a starter! (closed)

Will jumped up onto the front counter at The Magnolia Inn and sat beside the computer where Reese usually registered new guests. His familiar, Stacey, was busy sniffing around the entry and coaxing pets out of anyone foolish enough to stop and scratch her head. "You seen Efe lately?" he asked in a would-be-casual voice, his eyes on his phone as he finished sending off a text to their dads in the family group chat. Will had never liked keeping secrets from Reese. All their lives, she'd been the first person he wanted to tell anything to--especially any bit of really good gossip. But he was also inclined to omit information he thought might hurt her, and the knowledge that her ex-husband had injected himself with an unknown substance because a mysterious note-writer had threatened Reese's life, seemed like the sort of thing she was best off not knowing. "Not that you should," he added quickly. "Or have to, I mean. Just missing him at work, is all." He cleared his throat and decided to steer the conversation away from the topic he had brought up because clearly he couldn't pull off nonchalant. "You think there will ever be aliens in Lunar Cove? We have everything else."

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[Text] @damagetalkin

Will: i've been told to tell you you're on pie duty Will: i already got one for you so send me $20 and you can put your name on it

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Who: @moonglowmagic (Poppy) and @damagetalkin (Reese) Where: Poppy's House

Throwing (very small, very light) rocks at Poppy's window did actually make Will feel like he was back in high school. His basket had been a cheesy attempt at early 2000s nostalgia, complete with all the cliched aspects of some of his favorite romcoms--and he had many, being an avid connoisseur of the genre. That Poppy, his sister's best friend and someone he'd known quite literally all his life, had bought the basket seemed oddly fitting, like they really were flashing back two decades, back to the days when Poppy was nearly always sitting in his kitchen or sneaking out Reese's window. That he'd been very unclothed while she bought the basket was hardly that out of the ordinary either; Poppy had always seemed like such an integral part of the family, like another sister, that he'd changed in front of her before--whether by the pool or getting ready for football practice--without too much thought. That, and he had very little shame.

Now fully dressed, Will held a boombox above his head as promised and stood under Poppy's window, waiting for her to come down. It might have mimicked perfectly the sort of movie moment he'd been referencing--if his twin sister wasn't standing beside him. "I still don't know why you're here," he hissed. "Shouldn't you be campaigning somewhere, gathering your--what was it--oh yeah, two million dollars?"