Have you ever wanted to ask the twins a question? Well here you go! Ask whatever you want and hey! Maybe even dare them. And don't worry about Mary Sue's or cheesy scenarios, because I'm not longer an unsupervised eleven year old on the internet.
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Pop: what? I ain't hiding anything.
Amartía: ARE YOU SURE, BRO? YOU LOOK NERVOUS. *pokes his cheekbone*
Sprinkles: Yeah, you do kind of look nervous.
Pop: that's just my - uh - hormones..?
Amartía: ...HORMONES?
Sprinkles: i think it's stuff that makes teenagers... kinda weird and smelly.
Pop: hey, I don't stink!
Sprinkles: sorry... *internally scolds herself for being so awkward/kinda insensitive*
Amartía: BUT YOU'RE NOT A TEENAGER!
Pop: Well yeah, technically I'm 21 but me we're twins and you're almost 15, so yeah... hormones.
Sprinkles: I- doesn't matter. *kinda buries her face into her own hood*
Amartía: *pats Sprinkle's head* SHY CHALD
Sprinkles: But I'm only like one and a half years younger than you-
Amartía: *pats sprinkle's head again* SHY CHILD... ALSO BROTHER, YOU'RE NOT A TEEN IN ANY WAY SO MAYBE YOU COULD TELL ME WHY YOU'RE ACTING NERVOUS.
Pop: okay so I may or may not have sold somebody else's co-
Death: *walks into the room* alright, listen up midget with the pink hair. you're not s'posed tibia living, so if you'll excuse me- *takes out his scythe* ...i'll be taking you back to the afterlife.
