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[bigsisterterran]

[Hi! I was told to set this up so people could leave me messages! So I'm leaving a message for you to leave me a message! If you know where my family is or how to get home, please tell me. I would like to go home. Thanks. Oh, this is Twitch.]

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[bigsisterterran]

[Twitch can't quite decide if that's comforting or not. It takes her a minute before she responds.]

I can help.

[She doesn't want Donnie to go this alone. Not just because she worries about Anemone's reaction, but also, she really does want to help her friends. And that means both Anemone and Donnie.]

[thepurpleone]

I know you mean well, but...I don't want her to feel like she's being ganged up on, you know?

[bigsisterterran]

[Twitch lets out a little huff, but she knows he's right. That makes it worse actually.]

Yeah. Okay. But call me as soon as there's trouble! Or good news! Good news is better!

[thepurpleone]

[He snorts lightly in the faintest of laughs.]

Okay. Good news it is.

[bigsisterterran]

[There was a beat of silence where maybe she was expected to hang up, but the explosion still rang in her ears.]

Are you sure you're going to be okay?

[She had thought she was a good friend to Anemone too. She knew it wasn't anything like what Donnie and Anemone had, but... well, things happened.]

[thepurpleone]

[On his end, Donnie blinks. Boy is that a loaded question. He hopes the pause isn't too telling, or suggesting anything because it's mostly his overthink again, making things more complicated than Twitch probably means it to be.]

Yeah. I'll be okay.

[bigsisterterran]

[Another beat of silence, and then a small sigh.]

Okay. Talk to you later?

[thepurpleone]

Later, yeah. Take care, Twitch.