now, close your eyes and count to ten. slow
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"mhm." her eyes flutter shut. she's always been good at following instructions. years of listening. not only to her parents, but also to her guardians, as well as her teachers. and, quite frankly, to herself, too. "is this the part where i tell you what i hear or feel?"
all jokes aside - and it is clear that she is joking - khione does take this seriously. after all, sophie tells her to count to ten, slowly, and count to ten she does. slowly.
will and warren are the hitters of their group; magenta is the thief; ethan is the hacker, zach is the fixer; layla is the maker and they all trade off on masterminding.
it may be a weird system, but it works, and kie loves her group - she does - but she also knows that they need help getting even more established. they need every outstretched hand they can get.
(their only well-done job so far has been to stop gwendolyn grayson, a self proclaimed 'technopath' and tech magnate, who had hated kie's uncle steve and her aunt josie, using her poor cousin, will, to get to them.)
"it's cold in here," kie murmurs, "very cold - i can feel it, which is weird, considering i'm the self proclaimed queen of layers."