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allison hargreeves (hauntedbywhatif) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Here in Goodland, Allison's world felt smaller than it had in a long time. Often frustrated with how long it would take to write (or type on the tiny devices everyone called a phone) her thoughts out, she mostly stuck to writing out simple thoughts when she was physically with people. It was, unsurprisingly, incredibly isolating. So she went on a lot of walks. Moving felt productive, and no one expected you to talk to them, not even the catcallers (though she would have liked to give them more than a few words).

Normally someone running into her and passing without saying sorry wouldn't have phased her. New Yorkers seemed to be assholes like that. But the street was pretty much empty, so there really was no fucking excuse. Turning to at least try and glare the person into submission, she reached out to take their wrist in her hand. It only took a second more for her to recognize Klaus, her eyes going wide and a smile spreading across her lips. She knew there were people who looked alike but were from different universes, but she'd eat her shoe if this wasn't her brother.

Just to be sure, she twisted his wrist gently to reveal the tattoo they all shared. No noises came out as she tried to express the giddy happiness she felt at seeing him again, but it was clear across her face as she moved to pull him into a hug.