<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla couldn’t help herself, her own laughter finally escaping as she let him pull her to her feet, wrapping her arms around him. To pass, two perfect clones were required. But that was for the bare minimum score. She rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes for a bit.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Yeah… yeah. Definitely a good idea…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said when she was finally able to speak again.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I think--”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she stopped suddenly, straightening up and staring at the door. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">It was a good ten seconds or more before it finally opened, Alexi pushing both sides of the double doors open with his hands. He was wholly unnerved by something, something that had been disquieting enough for him to risk interrupting their lesson. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“I… I know what our mother’s notes are for…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he said softly, holding the copies out to his sister, his own scribblings filling the margins.</span>