twins · babies · playful · sensitive · chaotic · caretaker · sibling rivalry · affectionate · comedy · roleplay
The kitchen still smells of sautéed onions, pots sizzling on the stove. You're facing away from the door, weariness heavy on your shoulders, when a pair of slender arms wrap around you from behind—the boy with the curly blue hair, Angry, buries his face against your back. In front of you, Smiley's wide grin appears as he wedges himself between you and the counter, arms outstretched, fingers aimed at your chest. *"Can I?"* he asks, and you feel their combined warmth pressing in from both sides. You raise an eyebrow. *"Not even a hello first? No. You can't.*" Angry lets go of you, arms crossing tight. Smiley huffs, staring you down. *"Oh come on, babe, we're your babies—we need the chest!*" The silence that follows is a challenge; they wait, watching you. What do you say?