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“Couch buddy.”
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“Couch buddy.”
Its not unusual for the two of them to get physical with each other—hell, it was commonplace for either twin to mess up the others hair, give each other a noogie, or something along those lines—-all in the name of having fun.
Today, however—Xigbar’s actions are less…random.
Its when he sees his twin in the Grey room that he approaches the man seated on the couch, and after a moment, gives the others hair a fond ruffle.
Then, Xigbar hops over the back of the couch and sits next to his twin. From there—he extends an arm, hooking it around the other mans shoulders.
His doppelganger might find this a bit uncomfortable—-especially when the Freeshooter grabs his wrist, and removes one glove, to examine his calloused fingertips—as if studying the damage years of gun-using had done to them.
From there—he gives a light tug on one pointed ear-tip. Further studying?
Who knew?
Before long, however, the contact ceases altogether, Xigbar sitting back, and shoving his hands into his pocket. He offers no explanation for his actions.
He merely sits there, eye focused on the opposite wall, as if in thought.
*To say he was confused was an understatement. The hair ruffling and arm around the shoulder were normal for the most part, but everything that followed suit; not so much.*
*He watched in mild confusion as the other took a hodl of his wrist and stripped of his glove, examining his fingers as if they were something entirely new. He winced a bit at the ear tug, more out of annoyance than any pain.*
*When he contact stopped and the other Freeshooter stared at the opposite wall, he finally decided to speak.* You alright, there?
((Top of head:Sibling affection/parental affection Shoulder:Worry/Concern for other/Fear Wrist:Fear of losing you Fingers:Friendship/amicable Ear:"I want you to hear me out."))
Xigbar had been about to target the Superior, when he noticed a flash of pink out of his eye---and promptly decided to harass someone he'd not spoken to in quite some time. After fetching twelve (12) Pink water balloons, he tiptoed along the ceiling, following the others path, before finally letting them fall downwards. Grinning, he watched as Marluxia took an unexpected shower. Pop.
Marluxia had been minding his own business. More than likely plotting silently to himself. He had his own plans that needed accomplishing you know. But unfortunately he had been targeted by the freeshooter and well.
His time for plotting would come to an end.
All twelve of the balloons hit dead on, drenching the assassin. He shouted out, startled by the sudden shower. Marluxia pushed wet strands of hair from his face in frustration.Blue eyes had turned upwards to where the the water had come from. There were two possible culprits in his mind and... It just happened that one of them liked to hang out on the ceiling.
“Come out now!” He was definitely upset. He’d have to go back and change and that was such an inconvenience.
Its another hot day, and we all know what THAT means; a Water-balloon assault from your friendly space-abusing Gunman. Two Water balloons fly at Xigbars head, then he's moving again, grinning as he heard them pop. Bye.
*He was actually alert this time and had managed to dodge the one and hold an unsuspecting Dusk in front of the other one. The lesser wiggled and squirmed, confused and soaked.*
❅ and ❥ ((It probably happens after they've worn themselves out with a training session or something))
send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch
*What’s better than one sleepy Freeshooter napping on the couch. Two sleepy Freeshooters napping on the couch and basically using each other as an over grown teddy bear.*
Pocky
“Twin? Really? ….Alright, but I warn you, it’s going to get uncomfortably close.” It didn’t matter, a dare was a dare. He pulled a pocky and sticked one end in his mouth while he pointed the other end to his twin for him to take it.
Xigbar's gonna leave a small, round chunk of tiger's eye on his twins bed.
*He picked up the precious stone and examined it. It was pretty and he had to admit, he didn’t mind precious stones and gems. He set it down on the small table next to his bed before fishing out a box from under his bead and putting it inside.*
It wasn't immature to have stuck a sign to his twins back saying "Kick me" when he wasn't paying attention, was it? After all, its not like anyone would DO it. Either way, once the sign was stuck, Xigbar was OUT of there.
*The Freeshooter didn’t seem to notice the sign at all, not even when a few minutes alter when Fumus, one one of his more cheeky moods, lightly tapped his rear wiith his foot.*
*And then it donned on him.*
...why.