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[notapancake]

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[grabaslice]

[BEEFER STOP BEEFING!!!!]

Yeah, I'd like that. Maybe a week of just staying in one place, moving on? Depends on what works for you, me and if Casey can handle it.

[notapancake]

[NEVER. he has a physical outlet for his self-loathing in his younger self, that is so healthy.]

That sounds fine? And he shouldn't have too much of an issue with it? We'll have our relics on ourselves so he can contact us.

[And maybe he'll show Casey how to access the tracker in Leo.]

[grabaslice]

Guess we need to bulk up on supplies depending on how far out we head into these places.

Still, you know he worries. Not surprised, but... I don't wanna distract him from enjoying summer. Maybe we can come back and collectively go to the beach with him after?

[notapancake]

Better get to chatting people up so we can afford this trip then.

Mm, well I guess I could show him how to access your trackers then. That might help him feel a little more secure?

And we could do that, yeah.

[grabaslice]

What, does this not count? You don't wanna earn us both lore with me yammering at you? I'm hurt, Donald.

Why am I not surprised you put a tracker on me. Where is it?

Either a big hang out after or before could be good. Help Casey feel secure sans trackers...

[notapancake]

I'm sure you'd enjoy talking to someone other than me, Leo.

Trackers, plural. At least one is in your arm.

[Just in case it ever got lost! Not for double the Leo stalking.]

I'm good with either or, I mean if it's just us.

[grabaslice]

I talk to so many people, you don't even know. Luckily, you're my favorite twin, so you gotta talk to me.

I'd ask for less trackers, but this feels like a losing battle.

Apparently we're doing both. Casey and I are going to build a sand castle on you, old man.

[notapancake]

You misspelled "Unfortunately".

[He's just razzing Leo here.]

Considering one is inside your flesh? Yeah, it is.

... You're older than me!

[grabaslice]

Naw, your eyesight is just getting worse, obviously. You aren't beating the allegations here.

I'd almost ask 'how' you accomplished that, but, is it even worth the argument anymore?

I can't believe it, my very twin aging before my eyes.

[notapancake]

My eyesight is fine. Someone wants to go on his trip by himself it looks like.

[grabaslice]

C'mon, Dee, you know it'll be fun. Sides, gives you a chance to see all the plants scattered round this place.

[notapancake]

I could do that alone, or with someone not annoying. Like Junior.

[grabaslice]

I'm your favorite annoying twin, c'moonnnn

[The whining is worse than the razzing, donald, choose your battle.]

[notapancake]

I don't know, younger you is in the running for that spot.

[Now he's just being a jerk.]

[grabaslice]

You say that, but you wanna throw hands at teenagers. You only wanna slap me the usual amount.

[notapancake]

Nah, right now you're close to the throttle stage too.

[grabaslice]

Good to know I'm not usurped by teenagers for #1 throttle-ee.

Look, I want to spend time with you. I'll leave you alone now, since I'm pissing you off with teasing apparently.

[notapancake]

Oh no, you've been usurped.

Hrm.

[grabaslice]

I'll text you with the dates, alright? Trying to figure out when a good time will be to go.

[notapancake]

Or you can tell me them in person, my memory isn't as bad as yours after all.

[grabaslice]

What crawled up your shell and died? I was teasing you earlier, not trying to start an actual fight.

[notapancake]

Nothing, just. Nothing.

[grabaslice]

Okay, sure. We'll go with nothing then. Sheesh.

[notapancake]

Good.

[grabaslice]

You know, I did have something serious I wanted to talk to you about, but not today.