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When you enter the Green Jojo residence, beware of the twins. If you don't care for firey declarations of high-stakes pillow wars and the slight chance of getting pranked on a suspiciously quiet afternoon, stay clear of the house with the green door.
Benny and Baxter. The two rough-heads of the household. The two called themselves the Barons of Berserk. A fun nickname that would possibly follow them for the rest of their adolescence.
They even went as far as begging their mother for matching t-shirts with the title. The words emblazoned in black and green in a flame like lettering on the back, with a grinning, mischievous looking smiley face on the front.
Their mama designed it herself and had four made. Two for each, because man did they love it. They slept in them sometimes, wore them to school, and even on the weekends. Those flames signified something for the boys. A sense of power, the importance of a title, and it looked super awesome. At least they thought so.
With their matching shirts, they were indistinguishable from each other. They always have been, at least to everyone who didn't rest their heads under the same roof as them.
Butch would be the first to admit that when Benny and Baxter were born, he definitely could not tell them apart, not like Buttercup did. Maybe it was a motherly instinct that allowed her to just know.
"How do you know the difference Butters?"
He couldn't stop staring at his infant boys.
Just hours old, he was still a little afraid of holding them. He feared the worse, because Heaven knows what these hands of his have done. What they have ripped apart, the buildings they have torn down in the past.
His wife shrugged at his question. Her eyes glassy, the smile that played on her lips bright and wide despite the pain and discomfort she endured.
"I just do. They look exactly alike, but I just know which is which. You will too eventually."
Butch nodded at that. Yeah, he would. Eventually, but not yet.
Both had the same bright forest green eyes, toothless grin and a full head of curly unruly jet black hair. Curlier than either of their parents, but the thickness was there. Their grandpa John Utonium didn't really understand where their hair type came from. Genetics got weird when you incorporated Chemical x.
As rough as the boys seemed ( or at least tried to seem) they were huge softies. Sure they liked to spar, roughhouse, and climb their father every now and then, but one thing they loved to do just as much was cuddle.
The Barons of Berserk loved to lay next to their mother and bury their heads into her sides, feet scrunched up on the couch with their mother's hands combing through their dense curls. Sometimes, right before they truly started to doze off, she would rub their backs in the gentlest way.
They never passed up laying on their father's back as he slept. Most often than not drifting off to Sleepy Land with him as his rhythmic breathing calmed them. Though their father wasn't as comfy as they would have liked, not compared to mama at least.
During the family's "Pajama Nights" and various other family time nights they would flank their sister's sides, each prepared to lay their heads on top hers as the night drew closer. It would always eventually end with them flopped against her, holding her small frame up as the three children slept.
Each son valued a good nap and nights sleep, more so than their sister. Their heads didn't fill with constant thoughts of the virus and protecting their family. They already knew they were capable.
Why worry about something like that? They assured themselves that no matter what, they would do what it took to their family safe. If anything did happen, well...maybe that's where the "Berserk" part comes in. Nowhere near as level-headed as their younger sister, even Butch believed that they had the capability to be even more extreme than "Hardcore Bubbles", and that's saying something. Hardcore Bubbles is something that sends shivers down the spines of everyone who has witnessed it.
Each son sought comfort, whether it was in the laps of their parents or their fluffy pillows that were thrown about there rooms after their daily-neverending pillow fights with each other with the only goal being to knock the other brother down as often and as fast as possible...hard.
Though they did not sleep as deeply as their mother did, the twin definitely weren't light sleepers. Their dreams were vivid, and both learned that the other could remember then and even control them at times. Aunty Blossom or "Ti Bloss" as they liked to call her as they refused to say "Aunty" correctly, explained to them that it was called Lucid dreaming. In their heads, it was like another superpower, one that impressed them more than the ones they were actually born with.
Baxter always woke up first. Buttercup always joked that it was because he was born first, that it's just in his system to rise earlier than his siblings. Benny would wake up just five minutes after, right before the sun would start to peak over the horizon.
Though both would be sleepy and a bit grumpy initially, one shared look and exchange of wide grins would propel them into hurried scurrying out of their room and into that of their parent's. It would be a useless attempt to wake their sister and mama up, Papa was better prey.
Call them little sadist, but watching their father jump out of bed due to ice cubes down the shirt and insistent tickling was hilarious. They didn't know his weak spot yet, too cautious to get any closer than necessary for fear of getting trapped, but ice and tickling worked too sometimes.