Luke was halfway through reloading the cannon when he noticed the chain creeping toward him like a silver snake in the grass. It was only a glimmer, however— a blinding flicker of sunlight in time— before tendril was winding up his legs. Luke had never seen chains move of their own accord before; in fact, for someone who, in theory, had the ability to give objects a mind of their own, he'd seen surprisingly few inanimate objects sail through the air of their own free will. Before he felt the tug, Luke was thoroughly fascinated by the chains. His fascination, however, was abruptly cut short when, suddenly, they tightened and began to drag him forward.
The chains hadn't made it all the way around his legs, but they bound him around in just the right places so as to leave him hobbling in the direction they pulled in an attempt not to fall down. As falling down, in addition to slighting his pride, would likely solve nothing of this newfound problem, Luke simply went along with whatever it was that was happening and wobbled to the end of the chain. In all practicality, it was his only option. After eighteen years spent with his brother at his side, Luke had long since learned to stop questioning the strange and seemingly random events that near-constantly plagued his life.
Casper glanced up at Luke, popsicle stick still in his mouth even though its frozen flesh had long since melted. He was walking— or was he wobbling?— through the bushes. Intrigued, he spent a moment throwing his precious popsicles back in the cooler to prevent them from melting before setting off after Luke. He'd left so suddenly, which was odd, considering that Luke was usually so calm. He was moving quickly, too, though it was nothing the model-legged Casper couldn't catch up with in a few steps.
Those few steps, however, proved to be his downfall in quite the literal sense. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Casper was on the ground being dragged through the dirt. There was something cold wrapped his ankle, and because of it, he was beginning to feel extremely uncomfortable. Surprisingly, his discomfort had nothing to do with the fact that he was being dragged backwards and facedown through the dirt.
No. His discomfort had everything to do with being touched. As he came to a rest before the very spot where Luke had managed to land himself gracefully on his feet, Casper was already clawing at the chains around his ankle. He didn't particularly care why they were on there; no, all he wanted was for them to be off. The shorter twin let out something between a groan, a squeak, and a growl, which, surprisingly, failed to catch the attention of the normally-observant Luke. As Luke wasn't giving him any attention, Casper just went back to feeling uncomfortable by himself, slightly miffed that his brother hadn't even glanced over to him.
Luke, on the other hand, was simply offended. Indignant. His brother was lying prone in the dirt next to him, and he was bound at the knees like a child's cloth doll. Luke, who could easily pass for a woman— and quite the beautiful one, at that— if he let his hair down and bothered to try, did not enjoy being treated like some little girl's 'dolly.' He kept up a placid front, but inside, rage was building. This was just... embarrassing.
"Why, hello there," came a voice that could only belong to whoever had just demeaned him like this. Luke's head snapped in the direction of the voice's source to come face-to-face with Glitterboy himself. Mentally, Luke rolled his eyes. What this what this was all about? Someone couldn't take a joke. Through his cynical irritation, however, Luke could taste a hint of semi-righteous anger in the air, cracking open his more sensitive side if only a little. He opened his mouth to speak, but, as usual, Casper beat him to the point.
"Hi! Nice to meet you," Casper replied, every bit of bubbly, earnest innocence pushing its way into his tone. "So are you having a nice day?"
There he went again, completely missing the point. Luke almost snorted with laughter, and even he couldn't hold back a tiny smile— though he tried to, which ended up skewing it to one side. Luke could feel the malice in the short man's voice, but Casper, even as he laid sprawled out at his feet, looking very much uncomfortable with the chain violating his too-sensitive sense of personal space, couldn't help but spare a friendly introduction.
Casper just grinned, the popsicle stick still caught between his teeth.