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/⠀@-upthathill,  i second this❕

yeah , absolutely !     * a smile grew on the
            young man's face . *     hm . i like to say i am !
            dunno . you'll have to ask the other two
            people i'm teaching if you really wanna know .

(  @southernsweeties  )
            
            shit, seriously??   [  her expression brightens up, lightness restored to cerulean eyes. ]    i mean,, yeah. i guess it would be kinda cool.  (..)    depends though, are you a good teacher?

well , you wanna pick it back up ? i could
            teach ya the basics . that is , if you want to .
            i'm not gonna make you if you don't want to .

it just means you're loved!! suffocating means love. { a faux look of seriousness shadows the sun lighting up cassie's features. but that smile returned just as quickly as it went when max's words registered within her mind. the blonde gives one squeeze before pulling away. } sorry, sorry──i just missed you.  :')
            
            /  sisters !! :')

(  @Iuxsolaris  )
            
            caaaaaaaaass!!   i can't breathe—  [  max whines in a similar tone to the blonde, tipping her head back and groaning as she attempts to wiggle free from cassie's bear-tight grip. ]    shit, i  /swear/  i'll hug you back if you just let go for a second.  :')
            
            /  i missed them so bad oh my god,,

──    ❦  @-upthathill ,
            
            not  stupid.   unaware.   {  brittle  as  dahlia  may  sound,   she  aims  more  for  encouragement  than  dismissal.   it  isn't  easy;   max,   as  she  has  learned,   is  uniquely  human.   uniquely  herself,  not  a  piece  of  scrap  metal  beaten  and  carved  into  whatever  it  had  to  be  to  survive.   she  is  alive  in  a  way  dahlia  must  adjust  to  after  killing  parts  of  herself  so  many times;   truly,   what  is  more  admirable  than  that ??  }    your  value  extends  far  beyond  what  people  see.    if  you  have  yet  to  notice,  our  peers  are  often  struck  by  you  in,   to  use  your  phrasing,   a  'cool  girl'  sense.   striking  fear  is  what  i  was  made  to  do-    {  an  area  she  will  not  examine,   not  now,   not  ever. }   -whereas  you  have  the  originality  it  takes  to  be  regarded  respectfully  by  others.   there  is  a  difference.
            
            *    i  can't  even  tell ,,  she  comes  so  naturally  to  your  writing  :")   

(  @extranamuerte  )
            
            sorry.   [  it isn't all too often that max shuts down, but the dismissal of  'ridiculousness'  from the elder girl who she admires so much digs a deeper hole than she would like to admit. max fiddles with her braid, chewing on the inside of her cheek. ]    i mean, come on-  i just—  you're literally the coolest person ever!   no one ever tries any bullshit with you at all. i wish i,,  i wish i could be like you in that way, y'know??   strong and kinda scary. giving off the whole  'don't you dare fuck with me'  thing.   (…)    yeah no, i guess that does sound kinda stupid.
            
            /  i too am settling back into max so,, bare with me pls  :')

──    ❦  @-upthathill ,
            
            four.   {  each  a  dosage  of  longing  she  is  still  attempting  to  wholly  understand,   these  pieces  of  her  life  still  missing  in  a  way  she's  yet  to  fill.   it  is  strange,   really;   having  her  own  family  filled  the  void  of  aching  love,   but  not  the  hunger  of  knowing.   when  those  she  left  behind  were  out  there,   would  they  ever  think  of  her?  would  they  even  remember?   
            max's  instant  curiosity  is  the  one  thing  that  draws dahlia  from  her  own  cards  of  questions  clutched  tightly  to  her  chest,   the  faintest  flicker  catching  in  doe  eyes  before  shuttering  away  once  more.  }   ignacio,   lola,   arturo  y  matias.    ( .. )   ignacio  y  lola  had  recently  hit  their  teenage  years  when  i  was  removed.   arturo  was  merely  three  years  my  elder,   matias  was  learning  to  walk.   by  all  accounts,  life  was  rather  normal.   {  laughter,  she  recalls.   never  much  her  own,  but  her  siblings  had  a  life  she  was  always  eager  to  join  dancing  in  their  eyes.   lola  would  spin  circles  around  the  home  while  ignacio  tracked  in  leaves  from  outside,   arturo  thundering  down  the  hall  with  matias  on  his  shoulders.   for  the  first  three  years,  dahlia  knew  the  safety  of  being  held  before  she  ever  knew  the  touch  of  sterile  tile  frozen  by  a  madman.   the  memories  are  easy  to  access,   the  details  crisp  and  the  warmth  familiar,  but  even  that  can  be  punishment.  }   the  difference  in  ages  did  not  pose  any  dissimilarities  at  the  time.   we  enjoyed  being  together  regardless  of  how  loud  mis  hermanos  would  frequently  get.    ( .. )    most  of  the  time,   we  were  a  team.
            
            *    do  it ,,  Do  It ,,

(  @extranamuerte  )
            
            really??   [  at the surprising reveal, the redhead’s posture immediately shoots upright and she shuffles closer to dahlia, brow furrowed with curiosity. ]   what were they like??   i mean, you have a crazy-good memory so, surely you remember some stuff about them even if it's been a while.  (..)   um, if you wanna talk about it, that is. 
            
            /  i'm so tempted to,,  Do It,,,

(  @extranamuerte  )
            
            i'm..  not sure i know how to do that anymore.  [  sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, max has the goal of making herself seem as small as billy used to make her feel. of course, he isn't around to do that now. and it brings about a heavy emptiness. she fears that her fearlessness might've died in the piece of her that went with him. she nestles her chin into her knees. ]   hold onto that state of mind.  (..)   honestly,  i only got out because i thought of you guys. i-i could hear lucas and dustin shouting, screaming. and—  and that's where the fight came from. and with billy i,   [  she wasn't fearless then. it was this weird, fucked up angry dynamic of trying to hit him where it hurt because he hurt her first. it was a cycle, and she wouldn’t exactly call herself fearless for standing up to him when she couldn’t stand up  /for/  him before he died. ]    i dunno. it's different now. (..)  got any tips and tricks on being fearless?   for people without super awesome powers.
            
            /  idk if this is in character but fuck if we ball  :’))

@extranamuerte  /  your braids like a pattern,,  love you to the moon and to saturn  :'))

@southernsweeties  /  welcome home zoomer!!   <3   had to jump back in with you guys