"So what does the fortune say?" Gustav asked, nudging away an extremely drunken Georg who had fallen against his shoulder.
Tom snatched the little piece of paper out of his twin's hands and read it. "It's really stupid; it says 'you will find your inner animal'." He said, rolling his eyes.
"I don't think you two even have 'inner animals'." Bill commented as he looked over at the drummer and bassist while his twin nodded in agreement.
"We do too!" Gustav said, glaring at the twins.
"Even if you did, it would be something stupid." The older twin added.
"No it wouldn't." The bassist slurred.
"Fine, then you'd be a chicken." Tom smirked.
"But I'm a guy."
"A rooster, then."
"And Gusti would be a hamster," Bill said, "Don't question it." He added when the drummer was about to protest.
"Oh yeah, then what would you two be?"
"Bill would be something bitchy." The guitarist said teasingly.
The younger twin elbowed him in the ribs. "I'd be a wolf." He said.
"I'd be a stallion, that way I'd get paid to have sex." Tom smirked.
". . .So you'd be a manwhore." Gustav deadpanned.
"No, we're twins so you'd be a wolf also." Bill pouted.
"Fine." The older male mumbled, not feeling up to arguing with his twin.
A half hour later the band began to decide who would help Georg back to the tour bus.
"Not it." The twins said happily, identical evil smirks on their faces as they left the table and hurried out of the restaurant.
Gustav looked at the drunken bassist sitting next to him and sighed in exhaustion before dragging his friend back to the bus. "I hate you two." He mumbled to the twins sprawled on the couch and watching television as he dragged Georg to the bunk area.
Bill and Tom simply raised their middle fingers simultaneously, never looking away from the mind-numbing television.
The drummer rolled his eyes with a sigh and went back to the bunk area to sleep. The twins continued to watch television until the phone rang.
"That's probably my girlfriend." The eldest twin mumbled.
The singer growled softly but moved his long legs off he could answer the phone. "She's a bitch to me yet you keep dating her?" He asked.
"She's not a bitch to you, Billa." The guitarist said distractedly, answering the phone and motioning for his baby brother to be quiet.
Another growl left Bill's throat and he huffed, crossing his arms as he resumed watching television, now taking up the entire couch.
"Yeah, I'll be thinking about you too, babe, bye." Tom said quietly into the phone after a few minutes of random chatter, hanging up and putting the phone down. He went to go sit down on the couch again only to find that it was still taken up by his twin. "C'mon, Billa, you can't possibly be mad at me for talking to her."
Bill flipped him off, not taking his eyes off the TV.
The guitarist sighed and carefully moved his twin's legs off the couch, not wanting to get kicked, which the younger twin looked like he wanted to do. "Billa, you really mad at me?" He asked quietly as he moved closer to his twin, tugging lovingly on a dreadlock as he ran his hand through the singer's hair.
"Do you not care that she's mean to me?" Bill asked and looked up at his older brother with hurt eyes.
"Of course I care, Billa, you're more important than any girl I've been with, you know that." Tom said and pulled his twin into a hug.
The singer made a pleased noise in the back of his throat, cuddling into the older male.
". . .Now would probably be the best time for me to tell you that Sarah's gonna visit in a couple days." The older twin said.
"I can't believe you!" Bill said and hit him in the shoulder before stalking off to the bunk area.
The older male yelped at the unusually harsh hit, rubbing his shoulder as he watched his twin leave. He sighed and continued to watch TV, soon falling asleep on the couch.
The next day Georg refused to get out of bed due to the massive hangover he had. Gustav stayed in the bunk area, sensing the tension between the twins and definitely not wanting to get caught in the middle of a fight.
Bill hissed as he accidentally cut himself with his sharp nails, placing a hand over the small cuts as he examined his nails. He frowned a little, not remembering when he had filed them to a sharp point.
"What's wrong, Billa?" Tom asked as he walked in.
The singer huffed and walked to the kitchen, clearly still angry at the older male.
"You can't stay mad at me forever, Bibi." The guitarist said, walking up behind his twin and lightly placing his hands on the singer's slim hips.
A faint blush appeared on the younger male's cheeks and he was glad that he was facing away from his twin.
"You still mad at me?" Tom asked as he rested his head on his twin's shoulder.
"No." Bill mumbled, grateful that he didn't stutter.
The older male slid a hand down his twin's arm, looking at his hand. "What happened?" He asked as he gently ran a thumb over the small cuts on the singer's knuckles.
"My nails are sharper than I thought." His baby brother replied, a slightly darker blush settling on his cheeks.
The guitarist nodded a little, having found out that his own nails were the same way earlier that morning. "Hm." He hummed and looked at his twin's long nails, seeing that the nails were longer and sharper than usual. "You'll be okay, though?" He asked, back to running a thumb over his knuckles.
Bill nodded, blushing dark crimson when his twin's lips accidentally grazed his neck as he spoke.
"You sure you aren't still mad at me?" Tom asked as he laced their fingers together.
The singer nodded again and the older male smiled. They walked over to the couch and the guitarist sat down, his twin cuddling into his side. He draped an arm around his shoulders as they watched TV.
"I wonder when we'll get to stay in a hotel." Bill said.
"Probably in a day or two, or maybe now if you whine about it to David." Tom replied.
". . .I'll be right back, then." The singer said and walked out. He came back after a few minutes. "We're going to a hotel." He said with a smile.
The older male smiled back as his brother male sat down next to him. They continued watching television until they reached the hotel.
"Hey chicken and hamster, we're going into a hotel, so get your lazy asses out here!" Tom called as he and Bill walked out of the bus.
Gustav rolled his eyes and Georg simply groaned, burying himself deeper into the sheets of his bunk.
The twins soon made it to their hotel room and they both sat on the large bed with a sigh. Bill smiled, getting an idea. "Hey Tomi, can you come shopping with me?"
The older twin nodded and Bill grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the hotel and to various shops.
'What have I just agreed to. . .?' He thought as his twin dragged him along.
Halfway through one trip in a shop, Tom noticed a man staring at his twin. He placed an arm around Bill's waist and pulled him to his side, growling at the other man. The man paled a little and hurried along.
"Is there something wrong, Tomi?" Bill asked, blushing at the sudden possessive way his twin was holding onto him.
"Guys keep staring at you," Tom growled, "I don't like it."
The already dark blush on Bill's cheeks darkened more. "You never seemed to mind before."
"Well I mind now." Tom growled, keeping his arm wrapped around his twin's waist as they continued to walk.
The dark red blush remained on Bill's face until they reached their hotel room.
Later that day Bill, Tom, and Gustav managed to get Georg out of his bunk. The four of them walked to a club. Tom stayed at the bar, drinking occasionally as he watched his twin interact with the other people in the club. His temper flared when a man placed a hand on his twin's waist. Gustav, having seen the sudden fierce animosity in the guitarist's eyes, quickly walked over to Bill and the man to hopefully avoid Tom from going over there and causing a scene.
The older twin calmed down slightly once the man let go of his baby brother and walked away. He waited a few moments to make sure he wouldn't get angry and walked over to his twin.
"I think it's about time we left." He said, nodding towards Saki so he could get the van ready.
Bill set down his glass and followed his twin out without hesitation. He hissed as they walked out of the club into the cold air of the night, rubbing his hands over his bare arms, cursing himself for only wearing a tank top and no jacket. Tom shrugged off his large jacket and draped it over his twin's shoulders. Bill smiled and grabbed his older brother's hand, entwining their fingers as they waited for Saki to show up to take them to the hotel.
Once inside their hotel room, the singer flopped onto the bed happily. Tom smiled as he closed the door and sat next to his twin after grabbing a small bag off the nightstand.
"Sit up." He said.
Bill sat up reluctantly, wanting to just fall asleep. The guitarist dug through the bag and pulled out a container of makeup remover cloths. He began to gently remove the kohl lining his twin's honey brown eyes.
"So, going to sleep in regular clothes?" He asked teasingly.
The singer rolled his eyes, smiling a little, and got up to go change. Once done, he steps out of the bathroom in plain black sweatpants and a white nightshirt. He smiled as he saw the guitarist sprawled out on the bed in his regular clothes, having fallen asleep in the time that it took Bill to change. He crawled onto the bed and snuggled against his twin, slowly falling asleep by listening to the guitarist's heartbeat.