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Got-It-Memorized Hey sexy

SilentxxScreamer What have I told you? Stop calling me sexy. We havent' even sent pics

Got-It-Memorized Is that a request to?

SilentxxScreamer …shut up.

SilentxxScreamer How was school today?

Got-It-Memorized Oh, yknow, the usual. Had a report due.

SilentxxScreamer And you didn't do it?

Got-It-Memorized Course not. So how's the move going for you?

SilentxxScreamer Lame af

"Sora! Roxas! Dinner time!"

SilenxtxxScreamer dinner time. Gotta go

Got-It-Memorized you better come back on

SilentxxScreamer I will

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The brunet logged of his messenger, shutting the lid of the laptop and moving from his computer chair. In the entirety of the room, the desk and the bed were the only two things that didn't look in disarray. Granted, the bed was only a mattress on the floor for the time being, but Sora felt that that was better than nothing. He really hated this move and would much rather not be unpacking all his belongings within the first week of moving in.

Coming from Twilight Town and those he had grown up with, his friends who understood him and had not minded his…needs, was something that he was still angry about. Destiny Island was a larger city, a metropolis of sorts and it wasn't something that Sora felt himself comfortable with when it came down to it. But his mother had a job transfer and being under age, Sora couldn't very well stay back. No matter how much he had kicked and pouted and had refused to pack his things (he'd come home one day from school to find that his mother had packed everything and that had led to his strike.

Strike of speaking with her, not eating.

He loved food too much.

As Sora made his way downstairs, he made sure to stomp as loudly as he possibly could, trying to make a statement of sorts in every way that he could think of.

"Sora! Would you quit it?!" His twin brother, a blond, said unhappily from the bottom of the stairs. His twin was nearly identical, but for hair color and very light variations in facial features, but he was older by a handful of minutes that had meant the world of difference when it came to the two as it was the sole cause of Sora's impediment.

When Sora did finally get to the bottom of the stairs, not before stomping repeatedly at the bottom one just to show that he wouldn't quit it despite how bothersome it seemed to be to his twin. The look he received from the blond twin was not one of amusement.

"Seriously, Sora. I'm just as unhappy about this whole thing as you are, but you don't need to make life more difficult for everyone else. That's selfish and unfair while mom is trying to make the best of this for all of us." Roxas's words were wise and true and Sora couldn't deny the logic in them and the fact that he was being selfish.

When he bowed his head, his messy brown hair fell forward into his face. Which worked as it hid the flush that came from shame.

"Sora, Roxas, come on darlings!" Their mom called once more as they were taking entirely too long at this point. "Dinner will be cold if you two take any longer and I don't know where the microwave is!"

The words brought a soft chuckle and a shake of the shoulders from the two twins respectively.

"I think she put the microwave in with the living room boxes. She'll find it eventually." Roxas looped his arm with his twin's, the two of them heading to the kitchen where it was nearly all unpacked. Their mother was a cook and loved food, even if her tiny frame made it seem otherwise.

Her long brown hair was in a messy braid down her back and when she turned, her soft, loving eyes gazed upon both her boys with determination to make this work.

"Sora, set the table. Roxas, would you get the lemonade out? I made a fresh pitcher this morning."

It took just a few minutes for the three of them to get everything set at the table. Potatoes and meat. It was Sora's favorite combination of food for dinner and it wasn't even all that bad when greens were served onto his plate.

"So you both start school tomorrow." The statement was one that would have brought a groan from even the most avid school-lover. Roxas and Sora didn't hate school, but they weren't ready to go to a new school where junior year was already nearly over and they would have to meet and integrate and it would just be a great big mess as far as the two of them were concerned. "Don't give me that look, boys, I'm sure you two will fit in just fine."

That was that, to say the least; neither teenager attempted a conversation while at the table and their mother had soon gotten the hint after a few attempts at trying to be civil. With a sigh, they succumbed to silence and let dinner finish without any words passing between them.

A god forsakenly long time later (read as thirty-seven minutes,) Sora was thankfully back upstairs and slid across the wooden floor (that he also did not like one bit) to his computer chair. When he ended up in it, he was much further than he would much prefer to be at any other time. So with a huff, he found his way back to his desk. Annoyed more than any person should be for a reason so minute, Sora opened his lid and was quite disappointed when he saw that his virtual friend was not online.

It's almost with regret that he opened the messages and found an unread one that was sent while he'd obviously been online.

Got-It-Memorized text me when you get this :)

With something akin to glee, Sora leaped from his chair and to the mattress that was far too long—he really should get that off the floor sometime soon—and grabbed his phone that had been charging.

Text to Axel: Dinner sucked. I mean. The food was good, but mom mentioned how I start my new school tomorrow.

Text from Axel: Are you still not going to tell me what school your going to go to?

Text to Axel: I don't think that would be okay…

Text from Axel: Dude, we've been chatting for a year now. And I knew you lived in Twilight Town. If I had really wanted to stalk you, I'd have done it there

Text to Axel: that doesn't make things any better

Text from Axel: But what if we go to the same highschool?!

Text to Axel: Then I guess I'll notice you if you're anything like you described yourself as

Text from Axel: Tall, light, and sexy

Text to Axel: …..

Text from Axel: xD

Sora knew better than to respond to that. Or else they'd never get anywhere and end up in circles as they had many times before. He shook his head and put his phone aside. After glancing over to his boxes, he supposed that he should at least unpack a few of them if he intended to have any things for school tomorrow, let alone clothes to wear.

"Sora, you aren't borrowing my clothes tomorrow, so I better hear some moving in there!" Twins might not literally be able to read one another's mind, but what they had was pretty damn close.