*Ottis- Well, Snow Ears, Ate Happily. When He Was Done, He Purred Happily At Their Feet* Meow Meow! Meow

*The twins have managed to find their way home after the tear, which thankfully hadn't drop them too far. The two sets of headphones are on the table, the open space that joined the dining, living, and kitchen rooms providing enough area for the two of them to mill about while still within sight.*

*CJ is uploading footage from his camera into the computer, a flashlight next to him. RJ was rummaging through the kitchen, occasionally producing a small flashlight from one drawer or another. He had five on the counter before he moved to the pantry. Despite the relatively normal looking scene, both are tense and tired, RJ's usual chatter doesn't flow and doesn't come as often. CJ hasn't moved from his spot in front of the computer, which isn't all that uncommon, but there's an emptiness to his routine now.*

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*the kitten wiggled and purrs. he wonders if the man knows CJ and RJ*

*he adjusts himself into a more stable position and looks at what he had been typing. There were three things, actually, but the current one was an email. It looked harsh to him, and it had been. It looked more like an interrogation than a worried inquiry. His writing just tended to be like that though. He needed better words, gentler words.

*His brother had clearly been afraid- and the vague-ness had worried him further. All he knew was that one of the dumbasses had gotten hurt and that the other was being cryptic about it. By the time he actually got the right words, that got both his thoughts out and communicated them in a way that did not sound accusatory, he would already be in their house.*

¶...I worry about them, Kitten. I do. I hope that he's just riled up over nothing, you know?¶

*the kitten wiggled closer to him. he's a cat. he's noting going to talk* meow *silly human*

*the man sighs.*

¶Guess you are stuck in here with me then. Don't chew any of my stuff, alright?¶

*he sits back down, frowns, and deletes a line from whatever he's writing before continuing. Time until arrival, approximately two hours.*

Hello jims! Do you guys each of a number like Jim 1, Jim 2, ETC?

°Hello. CJ glances at the mattress again before looking back at you. Well at this point in our lives we go by CJ or RJ, it's just easier and more informative to go by the letter of your profession or interest followed by the J. We just use Jim for eachother or other family, really it's outside of realatives that anyone calls us by nicknames like that.°

°He pauses. Though with nicknames like Jim One and Jim Two it'd be perfect Halloween costume as Thing One and Thing Two. He smiles. Though if you're asking specifically if we're numbered? No, we are all just Jim and any nicknames we get along the way.°

*inhale*

AAAAAAAAAA

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

Ready for christmas

°Checking his phone again for the reply from @anon-driplier, he goes back to observe the rise and fall of Jim's chest. It's mostly ok.. until the very end, where it shakes slightly. It's enough that he catches on though.°