Kaelen picked up his mug again, mostly to have something to do with his hands. “You’re a menace.”
Kian’s grin widened into something sharp and playful. “Functional,” he repeated, drawing the word out like a piece of taffy. “That’s a nice way of saying you ordered poisson at that French place last week and got a plate of goldfish crackers.” k two teasing tongues 35 (part a)
Outside, the rain started—a soft patter against the diner window. The pink neon of K Two bled through the droplets, painting their table in watery rose. For a moment, they sat in the familiar silence that only twins could share. Not hostile. Just... teasing. A lifelong game of verbal ping-pong where the score was always tied. Kaelen picked up his mug again, mostly to
“Remember the bookshop incident?” Kian asked, tilting his head. “That’s a nice way of saying you ordered
“Okay, but the real reason I brought you here...” He paused, dramatic as ever. “I need you to help me lie to Mom.”
Kaelen raised an eyebrow. “What about?”
“You’re dead,” Kaelen said flatly.