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[upstairsbrain]

"Porcupine, to a prince," huh? [ Good morning to you, too, Siren's Port. There's a definite smile in Sam's voice, though you can't hear him scrub a hand over his chin, as if he's seriously considering "Chafe-Away." ] Say what you want about this place, but... man. The ads are almost worth it.

[ Sort of sarcasm. He's in a good mood, today. ]

I'm not going to bring up the candy corn stuff. So, now that we're past all that, anyone want to... I dunno, take a walk around the city? I feel like getting out today.

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[upstairsbrain]

It's not your fault. [ He feels like a broken record, but. ]

I know how he is. Believe me, we've butt heads pretty much my entire life. I don't expect you guys to get along, and, honestly? We haven't been seeing eye to eye recently, either.

[ It hurts him, actually. To have their dad back, and then for he and Sam to be at odds, even here. ]

He's in the wrong here, for a lot of reasons. And I don't know if things will change.

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[astralling]

[She could ask if knowing what kind of witch she is would help. She could offer to talk to John. She could do a lot of things, but instead she answers after a long pause, something muted and chilly in her voice.]

We'll see.