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Vincent watched as she started to put things away and put the sheets and covers over the single bed in the room. Tony noticed his brother tremble a bit, irises shaking despite their steady viewing gaze - It was something he did whenever something imperfect was bothering him, majorly, and he wanted to fix it. Tony nudged his brother, taking his hand again. "Chill, bro." "It's... she..." he stammered some other monosyllables before grumbling under his breath, possibly in a different language, because Tony couldn't understand a word of it. Tony grinned. "Yep!" he said. Vincent replied with silence, still preoccupied with his psychosis. Once Zoie left the room, Vincent tore his hand away from his brothers and started to fix the sheets and blankets to his liking and moving the picture slightly. He never really messed with clothes in dressers, figuring those were private - He was a perfectionist, not a pervert. After fixing them, he stepped back to admire his work. "... Wonderful." he exhaled, finally. Tony just cringed slightly, going over and taking his brother's hand and try to pull him out of the room before he tried to rearrange the entire room - He did that sometimes.

A split second later, a man walked through the door, apparently in a hurry. When he introduced himself, Vincent stiffened. "You started this program but fail to be here on time?" he started accusingly. "Pitiful," Tony looked over at his brother. "Vince! Cut it out! You're supposed to try and make friends!" The younger twin reminded the elder of them, making Vincent huff and look away. Vincent released his brother's hand and sat down in the armchair, arms crossed. Tony grinned, taking this opportunity to screw with his older brother and embarrass him. Sauntering over, he, to his brother's great dismay, flopped right down on his lap, turning to let the backs of his knees rest against the armrest while he supported himself by resting his elbows on the other armrest. "Get off me," "Make me," Vincent, however, did nothing - He was a pacifist and wasn't going to maul his brother for just sitting on his lap. The furthest he would go would be a well deserved smack, and that was really wobbling on the chips of his pacifism. Tony crossed his legs and remained where he was, feeling pretty 'pimp' as he would call it - Despite it suggesting that he was his brother's pimp which would in turn make it awkward.

Vincent looked at the man, highly skeptical that he was truly the man who was going to be the head of their 'help group'." Vincent, however, sat on the far right. He hated introductions, they were always stupid and awkward - Except for his. So many people stammered like idiots when the introduced themselves, lacking a confident voice and always fidgeting when they did their introduction. They stammered, stuttered, and- god, how he hated that. He hated when people fidgeted while they did introductions. You could fidget and fumble after your introduction, but introductions were to be clear, appropriate, and, goddammit, they were supposed to be proper! The twins sat there quietly, Tony with a half smirk, half smile, lounging, and Vincent with a faint scowl, eyes narrowed into an icy glare.