#29: clairvoyant club sleepovers are held when its members are in need of a pick me up
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"𝐀𝐑𝐈!" 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌. Shoving past people, muttering half-hearted apologies, they trembled with purpose—but where was he?
How'd it taken so long for him to realise? The uncanny resemblance, the familiarity, the tinge of similar tones. It all fit.
But why? And how?
"Ari?" They arrived at the alley where they'd left him. God, they were a dick.
He was gone. A trickle of red stained the ground, and when he touched it his finger came away crimson.
"No, no, no," Pip tried to calm himself. "He's-They-"
A cold, firm hand clamped down onto his shoulder, and he froze.
