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Dawson blinked at the sudden contact, then snickered and tried unsuccessfully to hide it. "Naw, s'nothin'," he told Chel, tapping the back of his phone. "Just about ta show Chris what he missed fer Valentines. There was a whole anon thing, n' I got some messages from peeps!"

He grinned from ear to ear, tickled pink.

"Ughhhhh twitter's dumb." She reached up to pinch Dawson's cheek. "'Course ya did, 'cause yer so damn cute." Her feet were wiggling under Dawson's arm.

But she was leaned over Chris' phone, squinting hard at the text like it was in Arabic (for Chel it might as well have been). "And nobody's laughin' at you anyways Chris."

Chris made eye contact with Chel and made jerking motions with his hand. Because he was a child and couldn't resist.

"You should get one, bruh. What's better than jerking assholes on the internet?"

Dawson snorted loudly like a bull and cackled at the sight, though it subsided when he remembered Chel's reading issue.

"Aw s**t. Uh. Maybe it'd be like an exercise ta help ya get better?" he suggested. "It'd be like hangin' t'gether when we can't, too! We can spam ya with emotes n' s**t, it'll be worth it, Chelsea." He put on the begging eyes.

"I told you 'fore," Chel's look turned icy, "Call me Chel."

She sighed, fumbling for her pocket and her phone. Chel wasn't necessarily opposed to twitter, there were just too many cards played against her with the device. At the same time, if anyone asked her to do something, she liked the feeling of being needed (in a roundabout way) and would do nearly anything.

Especially if the asker in question was Chris.

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Chris tapped at her screen a couple times, loading up the registration screen for her. "You gotta think of a good handle. You're stuck with it. Forever.."

He paused for a second. "Actually that's probably a lie, I think you can change it in the settings. Still, make it good."

"Uhh...If you look up the A symbol with a circle—at symbol?—n' then theshaggydawg, no spaces r' caps, d-a-w-g, you'll find me," he explained. "There'll be a button that looks like a lil' person n' a plus sign. That's how ya follow people."

It was a little weird for some reason, explaining all of this to someone and add just one more way to make the space between people grew shorter. He wondered if it would get easier this way, turning Chel from an almost to another friendly face on Twitter. It was obvious that between the energetic cousins, he was the slow turtle just trying to keep up either way; maybe anyone who wasn't their family felt like he did when around them both, just slightly out of the loop of something he couldn't put his finger on.

Dawson snorted as she read her name aloud. "Well, f'ya change yer mind, yeah you can change it. I went by, uh, somethin' like Shaggy69 fer a while on like MSN n' s**t 'til someone told me what sixty-nine meant."