forum I Want to Play My Pair of Twins! (Closed)

Started October 23, 2018 by Deleted user

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Met rose his nose from the book, smelling truth wafting in the air. “That’s fine. I’m Met, if my twin had the decency to tell you my actual nickname. It’s a pleasure.”

Xara smiled finally, feeling waves of relief that she didn't have to hate him anymore. "Sorry, I kind of get in moods easily. I'm usually a very happy person, honestly." She almost laughed at herself.

Met hummed and shifted his legs slightly. The discomfort of his pose bothered his body, but not his mind.
“I suppose a happy mind is a crazy one.” He gave a slight grin. “Not that it’s a problem.”

Xara almost laughed. "Not the first time I've been called crazy, and it won't be the last."

Met hummed gently and returned to his book. “Something I will believe and see happen many times.”

(I'm back!)

Xara smiled and walked back into the kitchen to make potatoes.

(Hi! Welcome back.)

Met curled up into a little ball, his head poking out so he could read. He stacked the other books and leaned the one he was reading on it.

(Oof had to sleep sorry XD)

Xara looked over at him and held back laughter. He looked like a turtle!

(xD That’s alright)

Met shifted his legs more comfortably under him and read happily. His discomfort was great, but he just ignored it.

Xara frowned. The potatoes were not behaving. She decided to make an apple pie.

M glanced up. “You should cut the potatoes in half, instead of trying to boil them whole.”

Xara stated thoughtfully at him for a few seconds before shrugging and saying, "not a bad idea."

Met hummed softly and flipped the page. “It’s how you boil them.”

Xara sighed and started cutting the potatoes. Then she changed her mind and started mashing them. After putting the potatoes in a pot, she got back to work on her pie.

Met hummed. “I’d pour out some water from that pot. Unless you want watery mashed potatoes.”

Xara almost laughed. "I just wanna make my pie!" But, she took his advice and poured out most of the water. She decided to add some of her usual spices while she was at it.

“Most pies don’t require watery potatoes,” Met said wisely, raising a finger to prove his point.

"I wasn't - I didn't - " she sighed, smiling, and started cutting apples.

Met chuckled gently and curled back up into his chest, reading the book intently. He shifted his hips slightly, realizing that was the main recipient of his discomfort.

Xara finished the pie crust and poured the filling in quickly before Met could offer help again, and popped the pie in the oven, taking the chicken out as well.

Met glanced up. “You should turn the heat up a bit. The chicken doesn’t require as much heat as pie does because it’s a dessert.”