100 Pancake (1/2)

”Ryder,” Regan immediately replied.

”Geez,” Antonin clutched his heart dramatically, his eyes avoiding Regan's, ”should I be offended? As the main holder of this body.”

Regan laughed, ”I don't know, should you? Is there even that much pride in being the original anymore?”

Antonin froze, he looked up at Regan curiously.

”What do you mean?” he asked.

”I mean what does the owner do? What is the 'owner' specifically? It's just a simple title that I'm sure could be overrun at any time,” Regan muttered, ”in the end, it's just you two right? I think it's pretty cool to have two of you in one brother. Like a brother that's practically attached to you in your mind.”

Antonin paused and started to stare again as Regan went off into a rant. A smile lingered on his face, she looked so bright.

”-do you guys have, like fights?” Regan asked, her eyes practically about to pop out of their sockets from excitement, ”how does it even work? One person is in charge while the other tries to take control? Wouldn't that mean that one of you could get hurt in the process? As you're fighting over one body you can get headaches, right? Doesn't it hurt? Are you ok?”

Antonin chuckled light-heartedly.

Regan paused and pouted. ”I was trying to make you feel comfortable by engaging in a conversation with you but I guess you don't want that… ok then…”

”Heh?!” Antonin exclaimed, frantically shaking his hands, ”nonono I'm not laughing at that or meant it to be mean. I'm just amused. It's a new side of you y'know, kinda happy you're talking to me normally because of one of my faults. I would have expected to be belittled, hated, or immediately rejected cuz' it won't be the first time that happened but you- you're so calm about it. Almost like you don't care at all… why?”

”Hmm… how could I not?” Regan retorted.

”Huh?” Antonin muttered, taken aback by her answers.

”It's your issue, right? I have no say in it. Whether it annoys me or not, the person who's probably suffering the most is the person with the issue. It's not up to me to decide whether or not they need to be accepted since, in the end, they will live with the issue even if I reject it,” Regan explained, ”'do I deserve to criticize you?' Does my opinion really need to be heard on this issue? I don't.”

”Ah..” Antonin murmured. 'That's nice…' he thought to himself.

”To be honest,” Regan began.

'Ah.. here comes the bad part,' Antonin thought to himself. 'Don't guess yet,' Ryder bit back, 'at least let her finish.'

She looked up at Antonin and smiled happily, ”-thanks to you, I get to see another side of the world I never knew of. By the way, can Ryder fight?”

”Damn right I can,” Ryder smirked.

”Hey! Go back, it's not your turn yet,” Antonin scolded.

”My turn? Since when did we take turns idiot?” Ryder scoffed.

”Since now. And now it is my turn,” Antonin huffed.

”Fine then,” Ryder pouted, ”you're so pett-”

”Hahaha,” Regan burst into laughter. She looked up at Antonin and Ryder who looked back at her in confusion and burst into more laughter, ”HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”

”Did we… break her?” Ryder muttered.

”How am I supposed to know?” Antonin shrugged.

”HAHAHAHA OH MY LORDDDD HAHAHAHA,” Regan guffawed, nearly falling over in her fit of laughter.

”Um… you ok angel?” Ryder called out.

”Miss. Duran?” Antonin cocked his head.

”HHAHA..HAHA...HA..hha..ha sorry,” Regan chortled ”it's just- your facial expressions when you both speak, your face looks like it's struggling to stay in keep up haha.”

”Oh…” Antonin mumbled, nervously touching his neck.

”It's so cute,” Regan giggled.

Antonin blushed, looking away Regan as he touched his neck. ”Is it?”

”Yup, I like it so much,” Regan smiled.

Antonin's eyes lingered on her face for a moment as his entire body heated up and he hid his face. 'You liked that huh?' Ryder smirked.

'Shut up. Don't act like you didn't either,' Antoin shot back.

'I would never, that was the best feeling that has ever happened to me in a while. I felt ecstatic. I want to come out. Let me speak to her,” Ryder begged.

'Hell no! Not in this state you won't. You might hurt her,' Antonin resisted, 'wait for your turn.'