Snippets and Stories: (A) Look Alike

It had been unintentional.

Once in a while the twins wore matching outfits. It wasn't too unusual, what with their similar tastes, but they would, at the very least, stick to their own color scheme. Not for their own sake, but for the convenience of those around them as it just made for fewer mix-ups, misunderstandings, and the like. 

But there were some days where they woke up and left their rooms, completely and utterly identical.

As it were, it just so happened that today was one of them.

The two brothers stared at one another as they met in the hall, before grinning and waving one another off. 

Forswua had an early appointment and left first that morning while Ignace stayed behind. 

Besides, with the recent developments outside Lacore, he would much rather someone accompany Sil to the institution.

It was a perfectly understandable misunderstanding. 

If Sil had seen the twins, he would've certainly been more cautious in his approach. 

Circumstances being what they were, Sil had only just arrived at their usual hangout when he spotted Ignace pouring over one of Sil's favorite books that he had lent him the other day.

Unbeknownst to him, the siblings shared much. Belongings included.

With a small smile he crept up and leapt at the other, laughing as he pulled his hands over his tall friend's eyes, or where he assumed them to be. It was difficult reaching up so high with such short limbs after all.

Ignace started and knocked the offending limbs away as he whirled around, eyes wide.

The look of confusion only made his smile grow wider. It must've really startled him if he couldn't even find the words to come up with a clever comeback.

But he had had his fun. Affectionately, he took Ignace's face into his hands and binked him, pressing their foreheads together and doing the same with the cheeks as they oft would in greeting.

It was only when a cough and soft, "Oh my." from behind him that he realized something was off. The other was sitting far too stiffly.

He looked up, eyes meeting with a pair of perplexed lilac, and realization dawned on him.

Forswua sat there, looking very much uncomfortable and perturbed with the whole situation.

Sil leapt back hands flying defensively in front of him, "O-oh--"

Ignace was beside himself with laughter as his twin shot him an offended look. It was pure schadenfreude hilarity seeing Forswua so flustered.

Sil meanwhile was beside himself, apologizing profusely and stammering excuses that only served to dig himself deeper judging by the increasingly uncomfortable and somewhat disturbed look his brother shot him.

Thankfully he was saved when Ignace threw himself down on the bench, head in Sil's lap and trying his best to look as pitiful and melodramatic as could be as he cried out, "I thought we had something special Sil!"

Such theatrics were enough to make anyone laugh, and Sil was no exception. 

Ignace gave himself a mental pat on the back. It'd worked in helping to diffuse the tension and embarrassment for the two. 

Picking himself up, they settled into a more normal atmosphere of banter.

A week later Ignace was very much amused when Sil presented them each with their individually woven "friendship bracelet". that they were nigh forced into promising not to take off. Really though, they all knew what each unique bracelet was for, and that Sil knew that they both knew, and that they knew that Sil knew they knew.