"Ugh… It's so unfair!" Devit growled as he fiddled and played with his fingers in anger. Tyki had taken his and his twins guns, due to an accident that happened not too long ago. Long story short, it took days to repair all the damage those teens made. And out of fear that it may happen again, their guns just had to be taken away from their evil hands.
Jasdero's eyes drifted away to his angry twin. The blonde was also playing some sort of games with his fingers as well. It was hard for them to get used to being apart from their guns. They carried those weapons literally everywhere they went. They were the Jasdevi twins' trade mark – not to mention they were pretty much useless without them.
"I don't care anymore. I'm going to get my gun back from Tyki!" Devit suddenly broke the silence, while getting up from his sitting position and angrily stomping while heading to the door. His tracks were quickly stopped when a sudden warmth took over his right hand.
Curiously, the Noah jerked his head back, catching his twin's golden eyes. "Hiiii~….. " was all his brother said. "What is it Jasdero?" the older twin asked, hoping for an answer soon so he could go and get into a fight with the person who took their guns. "… 'Dero has an idea." The blonde exclaimed and gripped his twins hand tighter whilst pulling him closer.
"W-what are you-" Devit began to try and scold Jasdero, but all the blonde could do was let out a 'hiii~' and grin widely with his sewn mouth. "If mean Tyki doesn't give our guns back soon, we can always hold hands like this hiiii~" It took a moment for Devit to realize what his brother meant, but as soon as he did, his cheeks turned pink on their own.
It seemed that Jasdero wanted to replace the guns with their own hands. "Since our fingers are always holding those guns, they can hold our hands instead now~" the blonde said happily. His other half hesitated for a moment, looking away in disapproval. But after a brief second, he sighted in defense and nodded. "Y-yeah… maybe this will actually turn out better than holding the guns." Devit mumbled quietly to himself, not wanting Jasdero to hear.
But his twin had sharp ears and it didn't quite go as Devit planned. A wide grin from happiness was shown on the younger twin's face. "Really? Debbito likes it hiiiii~" he yelled with excitement and wrapped his free arm around his twin, getting their skin in contact. "O-oi! Did I say we can do anything more than holding hands?" the flustrated twin shouted, trying to get out of his brother's tight embrace. Jasdero was too happy to hear him so he continued to rub both of their cheeks together.