@sometimesshattered
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The twins sat in their room in silence. Linnaeus laid awake on his bed, propped up to read a book while music from his headphones drowned out the sound of the storm; Honey sat on the windowsill, gazing out across the street, admiring the heavy sheets of rain obscuring the cityscape. Neither had been able to sleep.
Linnaeus' music was interrupted by a ping on his device. He looked up to Honey, who hadn't heard the sound but still followed her intuition to look back over to her brother curiously. Without a word, Linnaeus read the message, eyes widened, and quickly shot over a worried glance to Honey, whose expression immediately changed, assuming correctly that their friend was in trouble.
Their worried glances turned to their bedroom door. Olivier was still home. Linnaeus looked to his sister and raised a synthetic finger to his lips. Honey nodded and sat still at the window, watching as her brother silently opened the door to head downstairs, not even bothering to put a shirt on. Any normal person's footsteps could be heard squeaking over the wooden steps every so often, but Linnaeus was trained better than to make any sound. Still, opening the front door wasn't going to be quiet, especially with the storm raging outside.
He took a deep breath to steel himself for any consequences this decision would have and swiftly opened the front door, grabbed Blake by the arm, and hurried her inside before closing the door again as quickly as possible.
"Kuso, you're drenched!" He commented in hushed tones. The feeling of wet cloth was new and unpleasant. He looked to his palm with disgust and shook off the moisture. "What are you-?" He shook his head and started over. "Never mind, get upstairs. And be quiet."
