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[center][color=7bcdc8][h1]PIPER & SAWYER BABINSKI[/h1][/color][/center]
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[color=gray]Since as long as people can remember, there have always been a certain superstition surrounding twins. As long as Sawyer can remember, she has been punched, kicked, and interviewed by friends about that superstition – could she feel Piper’s pain? Did she know what Piper was thinking? Would she know when something happens to Piper? And, no matter how hard her friends punched and kicked, the answer was always no. Sawyer did not have any strange magic power – her Metahuman ability [i]so[/i] does not count, that’s science – that allowed her to understand Piper’s every whim and fancy. However, through being thrown in a room with her every second of her life, being practically inseparable, Sawyer has come to known every quirk and mannerism that Piper possesses. And one of these was the small twitch of her lip, a quick flicker on the corner that is almost imperceptible – the beginning of a smirk that Piper had suppressed. 

Sawyer knew this sign as the intensity of an itch. An itch Piper had every time she was aching for her special entertainment, her manipulation. Sawyer felt a frown encompass her face.

Since Piper had developed this little catastrophe, Sawyer never involved herself and never tried to. She wouldn’t help, but she didn’t warn, and some might say that was wrong. However, Sawyer had a more Thoreau approach – it wasn’t her obligation to stop evil, but it was her obligation to wash her hands of it. And so she never involved herself and she refused to listen to her sister’s tales of it. But Piper had always been cautious and the redhead knew that if Piper attempted to manipulate at the moment, when she knew nothing of the duo before them, she would fail and be persecuted accordingly. And Sawyer couldn’t have anyone beating up her sister.

Sawyer glanced at her sister and she said, “Piper, stop wasting our time.”

Piper perhaps forgot that Sawyer was her sister, so enthralled with the idea of chaos and dysfunction, the very chaos and dysfunction she grew up in, and her lip twitched. Then, in a perfect act, Piper’s face contorted into one of disbelief and disappointment. 

“[i]Sawyer[/i], how rude!” She hissed, glaring at her sister, “Just because they’re a different race, doesn’t mean they’re a [i]waste of time[/i].”

In hindsight, Sawyer should have run, washed her hands clean, but she was frozen in place. Her very own blood had decided to manipulate [i]her[/i], humiliate [i]her[/i], make a [i]villain out of her[/i].[/color]