Snippet #1605701

The twins watched as a man interacted with a girl nearby, Vincent managed to catch the name 'Dr. Goodstep'. "It would appear that these people might be staying in this building at well." he said, flatly. Tony laughed. "Come on, they can't be that bad! I mean, look at the girl! She's cute!" The younger twin nudged the older one. "Bet you could get in her pants easy," Abruptly, Vincent raised his other hand and smacked the younger twin across the face, although he still held the crimson twin's hand with his other. "Disgusting! I can't believe you, my twin, are so uncouth and vile." he snarled, getting angry. Tony rubbed at his sore cheek, quickly backing off a little bit - He didn't want to have to tell their parents that he left his older brother here on a bad note. "Sorry, sorry, dude. Didn't mean ta get you all riled up." Tony said, ruffling his brothers hair as if he were older. Vincent growled, allowing this to occur, for now at least. Now with his hair messed up, no longer swept back, like his brother's, they looked even more identical.

"You are a rotten, vile creature of the utmost degree of imperfection." he said. Tony sighed. "I know, i know - Sorry Vince, but you're stuck with me." Lightly, Tony playfully punched his elder brother's arm. "I can't believe I've been damned to share such a miserable existence with you." Vincent watched the two others interact, irritating growing as he noticed small imperfections. The grip on his brother's hand tightened, making Tony cringe and wince, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his crushed fingers. "Chillax, Vin! Chill pill, chill pill!" Vincent's grip loosened. "I apologize," he said, although Tony just seemed glad to be 'given permission' to keep his fingers - All five of them! Today must have been his lucky day!