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The two twins continued to whisper to each other before they heard someone come in. Tony just turned while Vincent practically whirled around, honestly terrified that someone else was in the room. After he registered the slight change in situation, he spoke in a cool, smooth voice - Bland and giving out no emotion. "The room isn't full. My brother isn't staying here with me." he said, flatly. "There is still a vacancy for another person." he finished, turning his body to face her, causing Tony to adjust - still holding his older brother's hand. Tony spoke up. "Yeah, i don't got any problems." "That statement is false." "You're false!" "Reiterate." "I don't even know what that means!" Tony laughed, slapping his brother awkwardly on the back with his opposite hand. "Besides, We dunno what if there's more bedrooms - It'd be awkward to share a bedroom with Vince, though." Tony started, Vincent visibly showing great irritation. "He's here for this problem, ya see, he's like... a complete-" "That is quite enough, Anthony." Vincent interjected.

Vincent looked down at the dropped bad before letting go of his brothers hand and picking it up, holding it out for her to take, stiffly. His bony fingers gripped the bag with a severe intensity of grip, his knuckles a ghostly white. Tony could tell that his brother was intensely uncomfortable and nervous, not to mention a bit frightened - but his brother's fear definitely wasn't crippling, it was a normal kind of fear. It was a fear of the strange and unfamiliar. "Take more care with your belongings." he said. He would have said her name, had he known it, but he did not.