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He barely suppresses the sigh that wanted to escape as he looks at the trapdoor, as though it’d suddenly work from how hard he stared at it. Jack can’t completely hide his frustration as his fingers impatiently tap against his thigh and he has to force his gaze away from the trapdoor and Dylan.

          “I got the wiring right. I followed your instructions to the letter, Dylan, it’s just being– Look, I’ll check it. Okay?”

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the brand of impatience, of frustration, that jack is showing is familiar — and it, in reality, has nothing to do with the goddamn door… which means it’s nothing dylan has the time or the abilities to ease right now. all he can hope is that the show these tricks are meant for isn’t too far away and that once the two-to-four horsemen are doing a show again, it’s going to release the tension bubbling just beneath each of their surfaces.

a jump down, fingers already working on opening the device.   “ yeah, CHECK IT. did you test it on your own at any point after calibrating it?

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