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“Ohhhh,” says lowly the elder twin, the half pretense threat obvious in his murmur. Trying to conceal his widening smile, he then starts humming further in the style of the anticipating sounds that are backing the dangerous scenes in the mentioned film. Slowly submerging again, he then blows out some bubbles that surface shortly after the exhaled air (which definitely screams goofy rather than dangerous, but such is not interpreted that way with the amounts of alcohol running in Tom’s system), only to then finally pounce in that split second of the counterpart supposedly not expecting it. Playfully, his palms end up on each side of Bill’s waist while his mouth makes an attack, the water suddenly loud in its splashing where there were echoing seconds of silence only a heartbeat before. It’s teasing in its core, but just as much appreciated in the rawness of its comfortability. Biting firstly at the abdomen in a light manner, Tom then straightens up with a sincere laugh as he feels the squirming underneath him, going in for another bite, landing it on Bill’s cheek as he presses their bodies closer, only to end up laughing some more, nuzzling that same spot with his nose as though he went in to soothe it. “Gotcha.”

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — Of course it’s going to happen, and he doesn’t want to be saved at all. If anything, there’s infinite anticipation in him, and that only makes him contract the muscles even further --- which, in turn, results in a more prominent shock when it finally happens. It doesn’t hurt at all, evidently, but he shrieks nonetheless for the surprise it still brings along and the sensation it provokes. As though his tummy is suddenly filled with rabid butterflies, making him want to curl up his toes and toss his head back and just sink into the water just as well. Which he doesn’t only because he’s still holding his own glass, and Bill Kaulitz is never one to waste good champagne. Still, with his twin now all over him in the bestest of manners and wetting his face with as much water as his own saliva, he laughs and makes some more little noises, wrapping the free arm around him as to keep him close.

“ Leave my face alone! “

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Dear Bill – may you have a fabulous & wonderful birthday. Celebrate yourself, have lots of fun and enjoy every single moment. I know we haven’t talked neither seen each other for a long time but you still have one of the biggest spots in my heart. I miss & love you to pieces. Your Emilia ♡ // P.S. I hope you like the presents. And yes, I baked the cake myself!

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — I still can’t believe you’re real, sometimes.

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“I’m not sure that’s how the movie goes…” tries reasoning (but not-reasoning) the brunette with a small laugh escaping from him. Eyeing his twin from a still considerable distance, he sweeps closer, though not enough for them to actually touch quite yet. “Figured I’d be Jack and you’d be Rose in that scenario, that’s what I meant,” he then comments further, rather pointing out the inconsistancy in the characters than the actual plot. Instead of pondering on more witty Titanic jokes, he then lightly pushes himself away from the side of the semi-massive tub (which is more like a small pool, truthfully), and lowers his head until it’s only half submerged, his hair half floating in the water around him. Lifting it again he slowly approaches, really gradually shifting closer. “What about Jaws?” he asks, submerging lightly again - a gesture of up and down suggesting a sort of playful intimidation. “You like those beasts.” Shortening the distance some more, he comes really close, murmuring with only his chin poking through the water’s surface where he pauses in feont of the blonde. “I’ll be a shark, you’ll be a victim…”

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — Fair enough. In a way, it’s like the people who long for a love like Romeo’s and Juliet’s, without realizing that implies they will both die at the end. While he’s about to add that, in this universe, Rose will tug the fuck out of Jack and both of them will fit snuggled atop the door, however, his words are cut short --- because Tom suddenly submerges and it takes Bill’s floating mind a moment to understand what’s that supposed to be about, now. That’s true, he loves sharks; it is still in his bucket list, even, to go shark diving one of these days. Maybe once the Dream Machine Tour is properly finished and they are all on a well deserved, longer break... preferably with his twin along but, if Tom won’t be up for the taking, he won’t mind going on his own, either. It’s one of those life experiences he definitely does not wish to bypass. Focusing on the present, however, he has to giggle when feeling the touch now so close to him --- being so ticklish as he is and already anticipating it even before it ever happens.

“ If you try to bite me, I’ll defend myself! “

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Don’t think I’ve forgotten you! I’m just skillfully packing your gift into this bag and it’ll be waiting all safe for your return ;)

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — Don’t just tease me with it, send it over!!!

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Happy Birthday Darling ❤️

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — Thank you so much, my beautiful cutie!!

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“Yeah, maybe. Hard to say if life was rosier then, or if it is now… pun intended.” Raising his brows a bit at the glass container filled with rose champagne that was chosen for the night, Tom smiles a little to himself with the badly constructed philosophical thought provided, before toasting with a gesture, catching his twin’s stare as he does so. Ever the one to know that looking into someone’s eyes is the right way to go about toasting, no matter if the glasses collide. Intoxicated by the hours spent drinking at their party, his internal monologue then intensifies and extends the thought that was spoken to his twin. Was it lovelier living in that ignorant bliss that came before realization of even knowing one was alive; or was it much better peacefully contemplating his existence in the here and now, pondering about how he’d been taking life by the horns with its full blown lows and highs both, especially in the latest years of wandering about planet earth? Open for interpretation, he decides – maybe because he is too drunk to process it all, but more likely because he just doesn’t care enough to spend time pondering on the essence of Men. Much rather than that, he’d enjoy the peacefulness of the moment, straying away from heavy debates. “…well, whatever the case may be –“ he continues then, leaving the glass to the side of the tub again. “I trust she didn’t have any alcohol while we were still in there, even if that would explain a thing or two about our alcoholism tendencies. So, yeah - warm and cozy: check - but I’d argue it is slightly different, still. Maybe we should dive and kiss underwater for good measure.”

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — The explanation makes him snicker, for the simple motive he’d actually not expected it. It was one of those things you ask but don’t mean to explore, kinda like asking why the water is wet or why do meds taste bad --- or, well, the sort of thing you ask when you’re drunk and trying to make sense out of the world. Then again, that’s exactly why Tom must haave answered it, and why he bothered actually presenting something that is so logical and so appropriate. It fits, and it’s okay; it’s more than okay. The two of them are just chilling after the huge party, just sharing their tiny bubble, and everything is right in the world. When the older speaks more, however, and makes a proposal that can as easily be taken for a joke as it can be serious, he glances over and a smirk blooms on his lips. Do baby twins even kiss while still the womb? It’s not too far-fetched to imagine, is it? There are some really cute videos of the little ones after being born, and all of them super cute and affectionate --- if there’s something children do not care for, it is taboos and conventions of society.

“ Can we play Titanic? I drown and you save me and kiss me back to life? “

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•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — Thank you, beautiful and lovely big sister!! I miss you so much too, and work and rehearsals have been kicking my ass but I never forget about you!

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“Hmm?” inquires Tom as Bill is about to raise a suggestion, taking a sip out of his can. Before long, the idea is out of his mouth, and Tom can’t help smile a little, warmly, at the particularities of a rubber duck involved. “Not sure if we have any rubber duckies lying around here,” truthfully argues the brunette – not to be mean, but because he finds such indeed rather unlikely. He doesn’t ask where the little detail came from, but he figures it must’ve been the heat that went to their heads, along with some beers they have had ever since they’ve come back to chill at their spacious living space. “…but I’m all down. I’ll leave it up to you to make sure to think of a good enough excuse for us to just disappear, though, and then some in case of emergency if we get caught.”

“ That is easy. “

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — Saying so, he walks over to the kitchen’s back door, the one that leads to the yard, and all but yells at their friends that he’s taking a break to go for a bubble bath, and that he’s taking Tom along in order to rub his back and feet for him. Which is promptly met with a few loud laughs and everyone buys it, because it is just a very Bill thing to say. Turning back to face the twin with a victorious smile, then, he sips some more of the beer and begins making his way towards the bathroom.

“ Now you come up with the emergency excuse, I did my part. “

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“Exactly my point,” agrees Tom, mimicking his brother’s moves of opening the can, leaning instead against a counter parallel to the one Bill was leaning on in order to face his twin. Fairly enough, Capp wasn’t that far off resembling a cow either, which Tom already stated in an interview before if he can remember right. A little bell for him as well and the two would surely fit right in without a problem. As for the twins… fitting into the culture around here seemed pretty plausible – much more so now that they had the experience of already melting against the one in America that was so bizarrely different in some aspects from Europe. At least Germany and Italy shared a continent, plus some characteristics in regards to some sort of mentality as well as a consequence of it, Tom figures. If nothing else it’s way similar than LA was when they first got there. Or, well, more homely, familiar, welcoming. Maybe the only thing troublesome would be suddenly going way more incognito. Such would actually work in some less populated areas, but Tom figured he’d then find himself missing the big cities, and doubtlessly, Bill would too. All in all namely, they were still pretty urban bound. The thought was still worth pondering over though, and a just for vacation getaway still sounded perfect. Tom sips on his beer then, yawning widely, rubbing his eyes. “This combination of walking around so much and all the exploring and then the swimming and all the water – it really wore me down man. It’s way too early to be sleepy and yet…”

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — That is one matter he will leave for his brother to decide upon, truly --- never one to have patience for such long and detailed deliberation, let alone the talent to evaluate the pros and cons for what they are. To Bill, quite frankly, as long as a new house is located with a Starbucks nearby and a secondhand store and a tattoo parlor, that’s all he needs. Perhaps a pet park in the vicinity as well, but he certainly won’t analyze further than that. Just the basics.

“ I feel you, the heat is so strong and it kills you... you know what we could do, though? “

It’s something he comes up right at this instant, as usual, but his twin’s complaint ---which he very much resonates with--- was a perfect prompt. It will resolve the heat problem, first and foremost, but also help with the laziness and, even, give them the perfect excuse to not go back outside to the others. Not that the squad isn’t anything but great, but some private twinning time is ever welcome.

“ Let’s have a bath together. A bubble bath. With a little rubber ducky. “

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The only downside to having a little resort here is that they might come here more often than just over the summer for some tiny vacation, and make it a sort of a monthly getaway haven even. Which, of course, totally isn’t a problem in itself, BUT that would then mean they wouldn’t see it as much of a vacation spot anymore, eventually. Tom’s pretty sure he could never get sick of places like this one per se, but he doesn’t exactly want to get even as much as used to it either. On the other hand, what the hell… why not? He bets they’d spend relatively quiet days in Italy too, especially if they’d know how to find the right location and keep it lowkey. “And I bet Pumbi and Cappie would make friends with the wildlife here. Can already imagine Pumba being all hyper around the local cows. And the cows not giving a shit,” snickers the brunette, grabbing for a beer of his own. “Maybe we could dress him up as one as well, buy him a little bell collar. He’d fit right in!”

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — That scenario sounds so plausible that he can’t help but chuckle at it, popping open the can as he leans against the edge of the counter. Spending time in Italy would have a bonus advantage for him, even: how much closer he’d be to the European fashion centers, and some of his favorite cities to go shopping at. It would be particularly handy during the Fashion Weeks, and save hours of flying and subsequent jet-lag. Besides, they’ve been settled in Los Angeles for quite a long time now... keeping it as the official home while having a few other hotspots scattered all across the globe truly does not sound like a bad idea at all, and perhaps one to be pondered more realistically in a near future.

“ He already kinda looks like a cow --- he’s chubby, and brown and white. “

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“So fucking stunning…” mumbles Tom – more to himself than anyone else really; Bill needn’t hearing such for Tom already knows his twin wholeheartedly agrees with his feelings about the Italian scenery surrounding them – after following his brother inside of the house in order to grab a quick drink while the rest of their crew remains hanging out by the pool, catching the last seconds of the breathtaking, sun setting behind the vineyards scene. “I really want a getaway house here. A little one… I’m not sure how rational the thought is, but damn…” he speaks a bit louder then when they reach the fridge.

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — He immediately agrees, even without words --- which is nothing new to them, anyway. The only bad thing about this new vacay spot is the heat, but well. It tends to happen during summer, doesn’t it? Nothing that a plunge into the pool won’t resolve, which is exactly what Bill plans to do soon. For the time being, he follows the twin inside and peeks over his shoulder at the fridge as well, reaching over to fetch one of those very tempting, cold beers.

“ We really should, I love it here! Best people, best food, best sights. “

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"Look at me, it's for my Insta!"

Squinting a bit as he turns back from the breathtaking vineyard view of greens extending into Italian soil, Tom offers a half grimace to where his brother is pointing his iphone camera at him. Pausing a bit for the twin to get the shot, he poses (without really posing), before speaking up. “Cheese,” he says unenthusiastically with a hint of a smile. “You done?”

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Tom wants to say something witty, something among the lines of that’s a nice way of complimenting yourself in a stupid, -look at my twin being in love with himself- sort of commentary that he’s done countless times before. He doesn’t though. The way it’s said, he knows it’s meant, and for once he restrains from further joking about the matter. Offering a small, nearby shy laugh, he scrolls through the pictures - not really liking any of them too much, but deciding upon one nevertheless, returning the phone to his twin. “I don’t know either,” he thinks out loud. “Maybe I somewhere deep down think people don’t desreve all this handsomeness,” he can’t help but joke a little eventually, before turning more serious again. “Or maybe I just feel like I’m exposed enough in general…” Snorting a little in a small laugh he shrugs again.

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — That’s fair, the singer thinks. Even if it’s not even close to the madness it once was, and thank fuck for that, sometimes he still feels it’s still a little bit too much. So long as people aren’t being obnoxious, however, he’s okay with it for the most part --- Bill was truly born for stages and flashlights, more than anything else. To shine and to be stared at, to be worshiped to an extent. With his phone back, he shifts to sit cross-legged and then gets prepared to publish.

“ Will you ever even open your account? “

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“No reason really,” replies the brunette with a small shrug as Bill approaches. Such was true - Tom didn’t really have any particular reason why he pulled that face, other than he commonly did so when Bill wanted to capture him for the sole purpose of posting him on the internet. On the other hand, with Bill doing it more and more frequently, he also liked the attention. Surely he’d still prefer if the pictures only ended in the camera roll, but the way Bill wished to eternalise little moments with Tom made his heart flutter. Besides that, he knew Bill wouldn’t post them if Tom would really choose to object.

•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — Not a surprising response, not one he’s not heard countless times before, so he’ll buy it without much of a problem. As is, he’s well aware of his brother’s distaste for social media, let alone when it has to do with his face being used --- one of the most striking differences between the two of them, but which also helped them regulating each other in such regard. Yin and Yang. Finding the newly snapped shots, he hands the phone to Tom so he can check them and pick his favorite to be uploaded.

“ I don’t know why you hate taking photos when you have such a handsome face, it doesn’t make sense. “

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•B̵̡I̴͠L̢͏L̢Y̢͜ — Snickering at that reaction, he doesn’t even risk missing the chance and snaps the photo anyway, then another and one more for good measure --- just to ensure he’ll capture the best angle, just like the best photographers do. That done, he walks over to go sit by his brother’s side, starting to flip through the gallery.

“ Why the grump face, though? “

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