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Seven’s eyes widened when Cypress started yelling at them. Not because of the yelling, really—the message didn’t even register with her—but the way she was doing it was all too familiar!
“Lookit, Rydel! She yells just like you! She’s like a girl version of you when you haven’t slept for a while! Or, like, that time when I dumped that bag of ice down the back of your shirt! She yells just like that! Uncanny!”
Rydel looked as if he was contemplating suicide. He looked sluggishly up at Cypress as if to say 'this is what I have to deal with', and said quietly;
“It won’t happen again.”
And then came Will’s turn! Oh, it was so nice that she was better after that horrible spill she’d taken. Seven in particular was so glad to have saved the life of an Irish person. Not that she would have died. She was Irish! So lucky, those Irish.
Seven grinned from ear to ear.
“Haha! It was nothing! I save lives all the time! Almost as many times as I endanger the lives of others!”
Rydel just nodded in response to Will. He didn’t think anything he said was going to make a difference. And while he was dying to add ‘it was Seven’s idea’, he kept himself from it. No point in starting a fight, even if the fight had already been started the second he’d admitted he was English.
Seven blinked, suddenly curious about something the girl had said.
“You brother…?” She repeated.
