<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Thinking about Edward's comical response to his teasing, he booted his laptop and deposited his cell into his lap. The screen brightened with several messages, one from Jason and a few from his blood brothers. Chewing on the corner of his lip and later on the straw, he scanned the first inbox from Jason and mentally groaned. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><i>We on for tonight, T?</i></span> :heart_eyes: :heart::heart::heart:<br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><i>Sent at 7:37 AM</i><br/>
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Scoffing to himself, he typed a flurried reply to Jason and hovered his thumb over the send button. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><i>Maybe. How's 9'o clock my room? </i><br/>
<i>Sent at 10:09 AM</i><br/>
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<i>Whatever. </i>Him and Edward couldn't strike a one-night stand, although the man probably wouldn't turn him down if he asked. But Jason seemed a perfect substitute for the moment and he knew the answer he'd receive when his device vibrated with an alert. Ignoring the lewd remark and checking his younger brothers' texts, he agreed to give one of the twins free training lessons and sent the second twin photos from last night. For whatever reason, his siblings aspired to replicate his mentality and lifestyle, which caused his parents grief. Nothing could stop the double minds of his idiotic brothers and neither would he. <br/>
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Lastly, he floated a message to Edward, fixing his contact name to <i>Edward ♡</i><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Hey there, love. Maybe we should have skipped</span> </i><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"><i>Sent at 10:15 AM</i></span></span></span>