Chapter Thirty

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'Twins' was only a technical term, in Tavius' mind, but then again, he and his sister were fraternal

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'Twins' was only a technical term, in Tavius' mind, but then again, he and his sister were fraternal. Differences (outside the obvious, gender) were a given. Where he was nosy, cheery and sociable, Tavia was...not. She paid attention to others, but not in an exactly flattering way, and conversation with her was a test of endurance, given how easily she tended to insert doom and gloom into the discussion. During a date with a fairly open-minded young man, she'd informed him that he was going to try and kill her for a very nonsensical reason. Tavius could slightly commiserate with the man for trying to strangle her to death a few minutes later.

"He was mad I didn't believe in him." Tavia grumbled over the phone, her voice sour. She'd been on a bad dating streak for the past century, with no one to blame but herself. All the same, she liked to whine about it to her twin at every opportunity. Perhaps she expected sympathy from him. In romantic failures, they were very much alike.

"What? You didn't believe he liked you? Or that he turned into a bat demon at night?" Apparently, popobawa tended towards violence when their vanity was slighted. Tavia was very good at slighting. That she did it by accident somehow made it much, much worse.

"The former, I think. Hard to take a guy seriously when you know he's gonna strangle you. And really, we've been on two dates, and he was already talking about kids?"

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