It’s to the point now where they can’t pop their knuckles separately. When one of them tries, the other will accidentally run into a wall, or something, and crack! Simultaneous. And always on beat.
At first it was just their drums, then footsteps, then heartbeats and breathing and now their joints. It was cool at first, and now it’d be amazing if they did it on purpose. But actually, it’s getting scary: Dalton and Huecker are stuck in rhythmic lockstep, synchronized in everything but speech. Dalton’s thought of that, but he hasn’t mentioned it. He’s afraid. It can’t be very long.