"Stand still, Blaze."
"I'm tryin'!"
Ice huffs, slender arms crossing over his chest languidly, "Well, try harder then."
Blaze pouts, but that quickly morphs into a wicked smirk. 'Uh oh', Ice sweats a little at that. 'That doesn't look particularly good.' "Ya better make me look hella awesome, else I'm tellin' Mama Gem that a certain someone ate a whole cake--that was meant for at least ten people! "
Even Taufan knows better than crossing their Earth counterpart. May God have mercy on the pitiful souls that dared to defy Gempa.
"It's not my fault Gemgem spoils us with good food," Ice mumbles, but he knew better than disregarding that pleasant piece of 'advice' by his twin and proceed to critically eye his developing artwork.
He sighs. And people ask why he was so against joining a club. 'It's going to be fun, they said. You don't even have to seriously commit yourself, they said. ' While drawing was an admittedly calming activity all things considered, he dearly misses his daily afternoon naps that was slowly dwindling away from his grasps as his club teacher, Miss Timmy recognizes his talent for arts. It just gets downhill from there. 'Ugh.'
Ice closes his eyes. Outwardly, he shows no sign of his ire to his twitching drawing subject. But, Blaze-- short-tempered, bull-headed, whiney Blaze, had noticed. Carefully, he tip-toes to Ice. When he was close enough, he pulls Ice into a hug.
Ice just leans into his brother, willing away his growing agitation. Blaze bit his lips to stop himself from bursting into a giggling mess. He could never understand how his little brother is on energy-saving mode every single day of the week and not go crazy. He himself loves being in motion, always focusing in the moment, whether it was fighting against evil aliens or just having fun with their family and friends. Staying still was hard work, but Ice rarely asks for anything so he endures it like a good older brother he aspires to be.
He should give Polar Bear here some credit though. After all, he did manage to draw Blaze nicely enough. In the picture, Blaze's eyes shone with mirth, nose crinkled and lips pulled into his signature wolfish grin. His right arm was raised in a fist bump and alight with his brilliant golden flames.
After Blaze was done admiring himself, he pokes Ice petulantly. "Hey, ya done sleepin' yet?" Ice shrugs lazily in response. Silence reigns inside their shared bedroom. Blaze was just about to travel to La La Land when Ice murmurs, "Not till next week."
It took him a few painfully long seconds to process Ice's words. As if on cue, Ice reached for a nearby whale plushie--in their room, there is no end to Ice's plushie collection-- and smartly shoved it in Blaze's mouth a second before he screams in horror.
And Ice did it with his eyes closed too.