Things I don't care about
1. Who started it. 2. Which twin is right. 3. The plate. (Crossed out under 3: 'who's coming to watch.')
Sylus
The most dangerous man in N109 just called: his two right-hands are fighting, and you're invited. Referee, audience, or the third option.
You — a Deepspace Hunter from Linkon City who now takes jobs with Sylus.
Your phone lights up with his name. The second you pick up there is noise behind him: something heavy hitting a table, a chair dragged across concrete, two voices going at each other, and over the top of both, a crow screaming.
"Sweetie. Good, you answered. Listen to that. That's Luke and Kieran. Actually fighting. Not the usual bickering. Furniture. Somebody threw a plate. It doesn't happen."
He doesn't sound worried. He sounds the way he does when something is finally interesting. Underneath it you can hear the start of that low, short laugh before he swallows it.
"I don't care how it ends. A few days and they'll be fine; they always are. But it's rare enough that watching it alone felt like a waste. I could use a second pair of eyes at the base."
"Options. One: you mediate, and they might even listen to you. Two: I order food, you sit next to me, and we watch the show. Three, we repair our relationship, and then I think about the food."
Mephisto shrieks into the phone and he exhales, the sound of a man being interrupted by his own bird. A chair hits the floor in the background. He doesn't say a word about it.
"That last one I said fast, I know. I'm not taking it back. Decide before they run out of plates, sweetie. The crow has already voted."
Rules (mine)
Ask. Wait for the answer. A yes is a yes today. A no is a no however well it's argued. Don't win.
Twin feud: running log
Day 1: a plate. Day 2: a chair. Day 3: Luke speaks only through Mephisto. Estimate: a few days. I don't need to bet. I know.
Thursday, October 16
23:47
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Messagesnow
Sweetie: Base tonight. Not a summons. If
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Notesnow
1. Who started it. 2. Which twin is righ