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Meanwhile, in another room...

"Can we please just talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about? We have a mission that's real important, and so we're gonna do it. That's all that needs to be said."

"You know what I mean, Sis."

"I don't feel like talking about that." As she spoke Leslea turned then faced the nearby door. "And even if I did, it's not worth the effort to say it out loud anyw-"

Leslea blinked as the word suddenly popped into her head, 'hearing' it just as well as if Cole had spoken it to her verbally, then frowned as she turned back towards him. <We'll do this your way then.>

Angie just stood and quietly watched the twins stare intensely at each other, wondering why they both stopped speaking all of a sudden, but decided not to interrupt. To her, it almost felt like they had suddenly forgotten she was even in the room.

Leslea's mental question was as clear as a cloudless sky in her brother's mind, as his response was the same in hers. Hell, even the others don't know we can do this. Far as I'm aware, not even your wife knows... and yet you did it anyway. You and I promised to keep that our secret, no matter what!>

Cole knew she hated being called that, despite the relatively miniscule time difference between their births, but he wasn't in the mood to be patient any longer.

<'Red'?> Without averting her gaze, Leslea pointed towards Angie.

"SHUT UP!!!" Leslea suddenly shouted out loud, startling everyone including herself. She took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself before resuming the mental back-and-forth.

Cole tried to maintain his own self-control, but was having just as much difficulty as his sister. And he was growing tired and more than a bit lightheaded already from the arguing, both mentally and physically. Yet, whether it was built up fatigue from the past couple of months, or just getting caught up in the heat of an argument, he couldn't stop himself from letting everything out now.

Leslea pointed towards the redhead again, her face contorted with increasing rage.

Leslea didn't even flinch, repsonding the instant his mental shout ceased in her head with one of her own. Something she had been wanting to let her brother know ever since that night...

To Be Continued

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Dun dun duuuuuuun.

Description
Start
Previous chapter
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Meanwhile, in another room...

"Can we please just talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about? We have a mission that's real important, and so we're gonna do it. That's all that needs to be said."

"You know what I mean, Sis."

"I don't feel like talking about that." As she spoke Leslea turned then faced the nearby door. "And even if I did, it's not worth the effort to say it out loud anyw-"

Leslea blinked as the word suddenly popped into her head, 'hearing' it just as well as if Cole had spoken it to her verbally, then frowned as she turned back towards him. <We'll do this your way then.>

Angie just stood and quietly watched the twins stare intensely at each other, wondering why they both stopped speaking all of a sudden, but decided not to interrupt. To her, it almost felt like they had suddenly forgotten she was even in the room.

Leslea's mental question was as clear as a cloudless sky in her brother's mind, as his response was the same in hers. Hell, even the others don't know we can do this. Far as I'm aware, not even your wife knows... and yet you did it anyway. You and I promised to keep that our secret, no matter what!>

Cole knew she hated being called that, despite the relatively miniscule time difference between their births, but he wasn't in the mood to be patient any longer.

<'Red'?> Without averting her gaze, Leslea pointed towards Angie.

"SHUT UP!!!" Leslea suddenly shouted out loud, startling everyone including herself. She took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself before resuming the mental back-and-forth.

Cole tried to maintain his own self-control, but was having just as much difficulty as his sister. And he was growing tired and more than a bit lightheaded already from the arguing, both mentally and physically. Yet, whether it was built up fatigue from the past couple of months, or just getting caught up in the heat of an argument, he couldn't stop himself from letting everything out now.

Leslea pointed towards the redhead again, her face contorted with increasing rage.

Leslea didn't even flinch, repsonding the instant his mental shout ceased in her head with one of her own. Something she had been wanting to let her brother know ever since that night...

To Be Continued

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Dun dun duuuuuuun.