After the initial shock wears off, all the young and old Sides are meeting and greeting each other. Logan is berating himself for never thinking of the possibility that the occurrence of Sides might be a genetic trait, capable of being passed down. Everyone appears to be getting along reasonably well with their new found “daughters”. Everyone... except for two.
Roman and Remus spot a brightly dressed girl at the same time and approach her from either side. She looks wide-eyed up at them, an open-mouthed grin all over her face.
Remus grabs her arm, “Come with me, little gremlin, I’ve got so much to show you!”
“Hold on, brother, what makes you think she’s your counterpart? She’s clean and the designs on these fabrics are quite beautiful, if I may say so,” Roman smiles at her smugly before looking back up. “She surely takes after me, I’ve got to impart my creative wisdom upon her immediately.”
“But, there’s no one else here!” Remus pouts, dropping his hold on her and crossing his arms, gesturing dangerously close to her face with one tentacle. “And just look at that deranged glimmer in her eyes! Why, she’s probably having a terribly wonderful thought right now!”
She giggles, her grin somehow growing even wider.
“Your counterpart is probably hiding under the couch somewhere,” Roman says, but glances at the girl suspiciously. “Let’s check.” She follows them to the living room.
“Who are you looking for? Monsters?” the girl asks excitedly after a few minutes of watching both men struggle to upturn the sectional. She cocks her head, chuckling quietly as they crawl around on the floor getting dusty.
“Creativity!” they chorus.
“Oh, well that’s boring. I’m Creativity!”
Roman pops back up over the coffee table. “Yes, yes, but the other one. The, uh... less socially... correct. One. You know.”
She turns her head all around, counting her fellow Sides in the kitchen, the hallway, on the stairs. Remus has surfaced now as well, and laughs when her neck pops from how far she’s craned it.
“Nope, we’re all here! I’m Miru.”
The brothers look at each other, then back at her. Remus is ecstatic, left eye twitching with glee. Roman’s brow is furrowed in disbelief.
“There’s only one Creativity?” he asks.
