#a lot of this is word vomit so pls don't match length omf

[leejiieuns]

"He definitely won't listen," Jane said, her voice taking on an exasperated tone. "But that guy needs some talking to every now and then." She tried to avoid Kang Sungjae, as much as she could. Him trying to kill her at one point was more than enough for Jane to dislike the guy, but he and Wei were parabatai, and so he'd become unavoidable, but still just as intolerable as ever, if not more. She didn't possibly understand how this whole partnering thing between Wei and Sungjae could work, when they were almost always at each other's throats. "Do you regret agreeing to the whole parabatai thing?" she inquired, having always been a little bit curious about the whole arrangement. Jane didn't have one, and she didn't really know whether she wanted it anyway, but she didn't really have the luxury of choice. Ironic, with what she was capable of doing. She wanted to ask if his sister was still in town, but dropped her questions when he changed the topic abruptly, sighing deeply at the mention of her brother. "He did, yes," she nodded, a faraway look in her eyes and the smallest of smiles on her face when she remembered a text message she got from Matthew. "He saw your whole showdown, you know, and sent me a whole paragraph about how cool you guys looked." She hadn't replied, of course, because she didn't want to encourage him. Her brother had the tendency to forget the danger that he was subjecting himself too, after all.

wei looks at her then, brows furrowed slightly. "i'd rather you not." he finds it a bit unnecessary, really. even if her intentions are probably good to start with. but they're talking about kang sungjae here. if people had thought wei was a ticking time bomb, especially with his kind of abilities, the bigger and far more unstable one would be sungjae. who knows what he could, would do anyway? "it's not like he'd ever listen. no matter what you say." yet wei wouldn't deny that if jane still insists on talking to him, there's a selfish part in him that hopes that she makes it terrible for the other. that, and he's also quite certain that he will be worried. if there's one thing he knows about her, it's that the girl is perfectly capable of taking care after herself, but still. fingers toy with the plastic lid of his coffee idly while he thinks over her question, realizing that with everything that happened, he never did ask how his sister has been after all. so many years of never having spoken to one another, and all he did was tell her to go away. "maybe. i don't know." he manages at last, feeling his throat go dry. "she didn't look scared, but she can be surprising sometimes." at least that's how he remembered she used to be. at least he knows he was scared. of how she would think of him, of people like him. suddenly desperate for a topic change, he asks instead: "enough about me. how about you? did your brother come again?"