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*Ring-ring*
"Hello, you have called the well known Astronomonov psychiatric asylum. You may speak now."
"Lalavava, no time for kidding, I need to speak to your disaster of a brother." Urged the boy genius, quickly deflecting from being smashed by a giant multicolored tentacle.
"Hm." Olga was unconvinced.
"U r g e n t l y." He persisted, firing plasma rays at the very angry giant octopus, which dragged itself through the multidimensional rift.
"..."
"Please."
"..." The girl pondered for a minute "I shall see if the infirm is willing to attend to your request, sir."
"Thank you." The strained answer came from the speaker.
The girl lazily paces around the house. She checks the living room. Not here. The laboratory. Not there too. The yard. Only mom and dad hugging trees¹. It seems Mandark had escaped that today. Therefore, he must be in his room.
The door is closed.
*Knock-knock-knock*
No answer. Another knock.
"Patient number 4-2-0, your presence is required outside your filthy den." Still nothing.
"Your boyfriend's on the phooone." She sardonically sang as she pushed the door open, one hand covering her eyes, for precaution. "That blockhead better not be doing anything... weird."
The first thing she noticed was the music that filled the room. "Mitski?" Then she noticed the muffled sobs. She peeked inside the gloomy quarter to confirm that: yes, there was her brother, laying on the floor in fetal position.
"I could stare at your back all day...I could stare at your back all day...²" The young teen sang between snifs.
"Aalright." Olga slowly drew back from the room, closing back the door.
"What was it? What did he say?" Asked the voice from the phone over loud crashing noises.
"Sue can't talk right now. He doing hot girl shit."
"Uh?-"
She cut the line.