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[Freya would be right. When Dante gets there and sees Freya on the roof, it's a quick jump and a kick off a tree to slide on over to the rooftop, stepping up onto the slant.]

Hey.

[He's come bearing a couple six-packs, some hipster cider and a pack of normal beers. He'll take a moment to set them down carefully, tucked in where they won't fall, and Dante isn't waiting for an invitation before he joins her on the blanket.]

New ink?

[Freya snorts, not looking over initially. She knew he was coming, and besides, how many people could get up here?]

I wish. Even if "highs school goth" isn't my style. Ugly thing, isn't it? [When she does glance over, her eyes linger over the hipster cider accompanied by a curiously arched eyebrow, and she reaches for one of those. She likes sweeter alcohol, sue her.]

How's the app been treatin' you?

It's not that bad. [Honestly, he's kind of intrigued. It's an interesting design! But Freya doesn't seem like she wants to get into it right now, so he passes over the cider, popping his own and raising it for a pseudo-toast, eyebrow quirked.]

Can't complain too much, I guess. [A half-shrug... and then he pauses. A moment passes, and Dante snorts before shaking his head and leaning back onto his elbows, a sardonic twist pulling at his expression.]

How fucked up is that? I got a memory of the other guy last month almost dying, and it's par for the course.

[She meets the pseudo-toast with an obligatory 'cheers,' before taking a drink. Freya listens quietly, idly waving her foot. Then, a casual shrug.]

Yeah. Sounds about right. Lotta people remember almost dying. Guess it is pretty fucked up that I don't consider that messed. No major phantom pain, I hope.

[He shakes his head, a voiceless huff of dry laughter escaping.]

Nah. I got that back in September when Cleo broke my ribs at fight club. I remembered him taking the hit that was meant for someone else... this was what happened after all that. I don't know if it's when he really died or not, but he sure thought he was.

What about you? Aside from unwanted tattoos, how've your memories been?

[Freya's mouth twists to the side thoughtfully.] A mixed lot this go, I'd say. Only about half of 'em were doom and gloom and tragic backstory. [Her unoccupied hand waves facetiously the last bit.] Not too bad, considerin' the average.

Mm, speaking of tragic backstories; you didn't mention you had a bloody twin from down under.

[Dante lets out a groan at that, running a hand through his hair.]

I didn't think it would ever come up! What are the odds that after nearly twenty years, this twin that's never gotten in contact with me or my old man is suddenly gonna show up out of the blue in the same city?

[Freya snorts, and not subtly, before taking a drink of her cider.]

No contact, huh? Seems to be carryin' one hell of grudge, from that little inquisition spree he went on about you that first month. Makes a girl wonder what you did to him.

[It's ribbing, really. Dylan's rubbed her the wrong way from day one; she's on Dante's side.]

Yeah, well, if what he says is true, he's got reason for that.

[He takes his own drink, wondering where to even start.]

Our parents split when we were three. I always knew I had a brother, but I guess he just... forgot about me as he got older. And our mom never mentioned me. No surprise there...

[The last part is under his breath as he takes another drink, frowning out at nothing.]

I don't know why he's got such a big chip on his shoulder though. I get being mad that he didn't know, but this is something else.

Congrats on bein' straight out of a daytime soap. Long-lost twin from another continent. That's something else.

Is it too much to hope he's kept his trouble to the internet?

Hey, at least I knew he existed! [Come on, Freya, give him a break, it's not that bad...!]

From what I could tell when I met him, the only trouble he'd cause is running his own mouth. Seemed like a spoiled rich kid to the bone.

[Freya just turns her head to Dante, an eyebrow precisely arched as if to question his self-awareness, and stares.]

[Freya, meet Dante's poker face. It's a very good poker face, and it doesn't falter in the slightest as he takes another drink.

...and then his eyes slide her way, the corner of his mouth turning up in what by this point is probably a very familiar smirk.]

The difference is, I know I'm an arrogant spoiled rich kid to the bone. I don't think I'm better than other people just because I've got money. He does. From the screencaps people sent me, he expects people to do what he wants just because he says so. He got pissed when people dared to question him.

[That's never been Dante. Sure, he's been the arrogant, spoiled rich kid, but he's never been the type to get all haughty and uppity about his social status compared to anyone else. Why does it matter at all?]

[Freya rolls her eyes a little, but it's good-natured. She takes a long drink of the cider before answering.]

Yeah. He seemed out on an inquisition to make you look bad. Was askin' me to confirm or deny your weird Retrospec powers. Can't believe I'm sayin' this, but Dante, pretty sure he proved you're the good twin.

[A snort.] I must be losing my touch. You guys are making me go soft.

[But he frowns, looking up into the sky.]

I guess I always thought if me and my twin met one day, it'd be a good thing. Instead it's like he resents me for being alive.

[But that's neither here nor there. He shrugs, then turns back to her.]

But it's okay. I've made my own family here. If he doesn't want to be a part of it, he doesn't have to be.

What, you think we strong-armed you into goin' soft? [Snort.]

As if. Admit it. You're all marshmallow and nougat in there, and the lot of us've had nothing to do with it.

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