If it were up to Crash, he could stand forever in their otherwise boring shop and watch his new, but actually also old, buddy as this read through gibberish law. The man was looking down at the document he was handing over and so he could stare at him. So, of course, he didn't do this for fun. He was just being polite. Exactly, you should always look at someone when you talk to them. Or at least plan to do it soon again.

"That would be all. Now you are better insured with your business, should something happen." Said the raccoon, clever in his eyes, when he lifted his gaze again and pushed the papers on the counter back to the owner.

"That is really completely correct of you that you took the time for it." The opossum thanked his very nice interlocutor, who as a lawyer knew about laws and rights. Because he didn't want to have any problems in that direction in the future, than the shop here was after all their only income, so he let the clever guy take a look over it.

"That's alright." Answered the gentleman with more knowledge of such stuff, who also heard on the name Elliot Coon. There was silence as they both examined each other over the counter. At least Crash assumed that the other did too, until their eyes met and he looked away, confused. It happened again, he thought a little annoyed and was interrupted by a throat clearing.

"Since it's Friday and ..." When that was mentioned, the opossum turned to check the time on the clock hanging on the wall in the room.

"Damn it, almost 6pm! I'd better get changed or I'll miss my date. You can find your way out by yourself?" The last question was actually superfluous, because you could see the exit in the small sales room from everywhere.

"Oh, of course. I don't want to hold you up and I wish you a nice evening." Polite as always, Elliot said goodbye in the background while he was pretending to be in a hurry and marched backwards to climb the stairs to the apartment.

"Is others tormenting your new hobby or what?" Eddie inquired with a yawn, but this already had a coffee in the paws.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He just gave his brother an answer, only to walk past him in the hallway. Maybe he should have a shower and some sensible food. Who knows where the young lady would like to take him for a walk. But he was no longer in a real hurry.

"Of course not. 'Oh, Elliot. It's so nice of you looking at every printed paper I have ever owned. In my bedroom, there are also a few unexplained things ..."

"Oh shut up! What do you know?" Then he shouted in between, because he didn't find it funny how his brother blasphemed his privacy.

"I'm not the one who drops everything and starts drooling when the guy bends over." But of course Eddie didn't stop because it was fun in his eyes. In his defense, that he dropped something happened several times and without anyone sticking out his well-formed .. firm .. quite acceptable butt. So of course he would only know that if he had blinked at it. Which didn't happen.

"It's not like that, ok?! But I can tell you that thousand times. Besides, I now have a date with Listine." Exactly, this woman will give him other thoughts. At least for tonight.

"Zoelestine."

"What did you call me?" He jumped into the hall again and then walked into the kitchen, where his brother's head was in the fridge.

"Your new girl is called Zoelestine."

"How do you know?" Because Crash didn't remember bringing the woman into the shop. He also wondered if the lady was really called that, or was Eddie annoying him again.

"Because I stopped by the dentist last week and she was sitting there as a receptionist." The other person in the room said, who had apparently found something to snack on. He looked away from the peanut butter pudding and into the face of the second opossum here.

"Wait? But not by our dentist?"

"Nah, at Ellie's. My tusks have been growing so crooked lately. Sure with ours."

"Ok, let's say it's not going so well .."

"So like always."

"And we part in the bad .."

"Yes, that's not new either."

"Do you think she would take advantage of her position the next time I was under anesthesia."

"What should she do, straighten your teeth in anger?"

"Very funny, Mister Single forever."

"Better go take a shower. Maybe this time it will help hold her longer." Eddie teased him unusually again.

"You'll see when I .. Oh forget it!" With that he stepped into his room, a little annoyed and closed the door behind him. Just because his stupid relative did not go down so well with the female sex, this didn't have to let his envy hang out. Too bad he really hadn't remembered the name when he agreed to meet. All he could think of was that he hurried into the shop so he could show these papers to Elliot. His brother was so incapable of doing anything like that. Afterward, they had coffee stains on those important forms. He was so good at avoiding that. He certainly wasn't making up things to get the lawyer to show up more often than necessary. Plus, it turned out that after all these years he's still a good friend.

It's been almost half a year since they ran into each other in town and he thought Elliot was an insurance salesman or someone he owed money. In any case, escape is always the first thing that came to mind and the man stalked him in a strange way, which he could only laugh about now, because as children they always made such nonsense. The raccoon really could have made himself known earlier, because this one has changed a lot since their funny school days. From the chubby boy, where he initially thought he was a mink because of this pigment disorder, to the lawyer who could be slapped on a men's fashion magazine. Not that he was jealous or anything, because he had his charm too. Otherwise the ladies wouldn't be too keen on him. And if he doesn't hurry, his next date will tear him apart and probably pull his teeth out when she gets the chance. Oh nonsense, thought the opossum easily, because this time it will be a hit.

"And he looks so good to bite into." Crash really dressed up because he really wanted the rendezvous to go well.

"Well, I hope the good woman won't choke on you."

"Funny. But I wish you a nice lonely evening too, brother."

"Maybe I have a date, too." He didn't like the slight grin on his twin brother's face, but he probably just wanted to spoil his mood. As always.

"You poor fellow. Are you already making up stories to make your poor life look better? Keep on dreaming. Never give up." And with that he put on a good aftershave and took his jacket, because it looked cloudy outside. He should take his wallet with him too, but luckily for him, he wouldn't run into one of those fancy restaurants today and lose a lot of his hard-earned money, because you could only get in there if you ordered in advance. Or you go to bed with the lady of the house.

He should get past and dirty moments out of his head now, because tonight will be better. He could almost feel it when he finally stepped out of their house and the mild wind blew confidence in his direction.

Mood in the basement and with a wet shirt, he started the long way home again. So if it wasn't enough that this Tine pours her drink on him, the sky had to empty itself on him too. And not even two hours later. Annoyed, he scurried from one shelter to the next because the red wine stain on him probably didn't go down well with taxi drivers. Sometimes they looking like they've just fallen out of bed, but only let clean people in.

Crash found it very therapeutic to kick anything that came to his feet on the street. That stupid dental assistant in her final year of training, as the lady herself said so proudly. At that age you shouldn't brag about your job if you had previously thrown two others out for bad karma. When she mentioned that, he should certainly have pondered already. But he insisted on the three defects rule. If someone revealed more than three weird things on the first date that are considered abnormal, then he always liked to say goodbye quickly. This custom was only introduced after a killer diva. Women have many facets, but if one of them wants to see you dead, then you'd better stay single.

That didn't happen with this Tine, because he ruined the evening when they both stepped into an affordable bar. Everything went cool and he even acted like a gentleman when she got too warm and he pulled her jacket from her not so delicate shoulders. Who could have guessed that the very ugly blob around her neck came from her late grandmother, who got hold of the item in a tomato war? In his opinion, the precious and pink jewel looked like male genitals. So of course he couldn't avoid laughing. The waiter also grinned, which he had noticed exactly. This just could hold it back better, and that's why he got the wine and her nagging alone.

"Great. Eddie will have something to laugh about again. Hopefully there's at least some of the pudding left." He said to himself, because apparently nobody was out here in the weather. The path seemed like an eternity to him, but finally he turned soaking wet into their street. He was getting impatient and thought he could walk the last bit through the rain. That can't harm him.

But then a fancy car stopped in front of their shop and somehow the thing looked familiar to him, but his brain was probably too cold to work properly. Unfortunately he couldn't see the person correctly, but he saw his brother hopping out of the building, nicely dressed and smiling stupidly. And then Crash recognized who was in the back of the car. It was actually his lawyer. So not just his. Elliot mentioned that if they got into trouble, he would help them all in court. Such a good guy, but right now he wasn't thinking so. Did the guy really go out with his brother?! No, Eddie certainly instigated his friend to do so. That's how it had to be. That's why the other opossum grinned so maliciously beforehand.

He shouted angrily to the two of them, but they were already in the car and the machine started. Because of the pounding rain, they just couldn't hear him. Even if he waved his arms and shouted around in front of the shop, neither of the two seemed to turn around to look at him before the drove in the next corner. Out of breath but still annoyed, he stopped his jumping and went inside to get dry. How could Eddie do this to him? After all, he had expressly forbidden the raccoon to being taboo in this way. So mentally and with looks he tried to convey this. Saying this thing out loud, he just didn't dare. Crash just wanted to avoid misunderstandings and disappointments. But his selfish brother only did what this thought was right. Again. Only to end up portraying him as the fool. Actually, he would allow his brother a guy as nice as Elliot. For real.

"The two of them would make the perfect couple." Irritated annoyed , he simply dropped all of his wet clothes in the bathroom while he was babbling to himself. If something becomes of the two, what is going on with him? Would Elliot just come here for his roommate? Maybe stay longer? Over night. With his brother in the room. In bed. Could he endure it? What if he heard or saw something during that time? For example, when he had to go to the toilet at night and unsuspectingly opened the bathroom door to find the two of them. Hugging, kissing and naked.

He shook his head strained to lose these images as he looked for a towel. But would the raccoon laugh as strange, but also somehow pleasant with Eddie, as he does when he tells one of his brilliant jokes? Certainly not, because it took him forever to get the stoic man just to smile. So a sincere facial expression and nothing fake that you apparently learned in a law school. To be stiff and constricted, the top subjects were sure to be there.

Without meaning to, he stared at the clock in the kitchen. Shortly after 9 o'clock this indicated and he didn't want to think about where the two were going. He tried hard to remember where his brother had taken the last guy. Disco, food stall or a strip club? Damn it, he just didn't know anymore because he never followed up or listened that closely.

"Food and TV. I don't need any more now." Crash said to himself with a shrug as he tied the towel around his torso. If he hadn't left his bathrobe with a lady by the pool, he would put it on now. It was so comfortable, he thought, and decided on a sandwich. Then at least he had to concentrate on something else. Unfortunately he made the sandwich too fast and his thoughts wandered back to a certain gentleman. Maybe Elliot came here from the start, just because of his brother and all the fuss with him was just silly politeness? Until now he never really saw the two of them alone, because he was always called when the raccoon entered the shop. Or he was generally always in that room when he was expecting the lawyer. Wait, he had his phone number. He could write a message to him.

"And what exactly? Hey Elliot. Don't go out with my brother, that makes me …" At first Crash just wanted to joke, but then it came to him so clearly what he was thinking and feeling. Jealousy. He was jealous. Nothing new among twins, but never before has it struck him as unfair as it does now. Other unwanted questions appeared in his skull. They all had one thing in common. Elliot Coon. He never thought much about the other's private life. Why also? After all, it was his private matter. Or did he not because he didn't want to know what it would be like when the raccoon had a date with someone? How the guy acted in love? He didn't want to find out. Never. Everything has been going well so far. They were friends. Good ones. Why did Eddie have to interfere in his relationships again? He also didn't fool around in the others affairs.

"Oh." As he crushed the sandwich in his paws, he found that his mood was still at the level angry. But what could he do about it, but wait for the couple to come back? Sighing, he let his head fall next to the plate, because he was not hungry anymore. His phone came back to him. He'll call them now. At least that traitorous Eddie.

So he reached to the side and into space, because he was still wearing the towel. No, it was better if he left them alone. A voice in him suddenly whispered that this date should not end well, otherwise he would have to endure Elliot forever untouchable in his presence.

"Not that I want to touch him or anything like that!" Announced he almost desperately in their kitchen and hit his paws on the head, because these thoughts seemed absurd. Not as absurd as sitting around half-naked and smearing yourself full with avocado cream. What if Eddie brought him here because it was going that well? And the two find him like this.

He really wanted to spare himself this embarrassment, so he got up and cleared his mess from the table. Then he turned back to his wet clothes in the bathroom. As he picked them up, it occurred to him that his brother could ruin this meeting by himself. Then it would be strange if the lawyer came to him afterwards. The other opossum was never lucky with men. Or with women. Let alone anyone. Yes, Crash had an occasional streak of bad luck, like tonight, the little voice reminded him.

But he was kidding himself if he said he cared about his date. He knew little about her, or her predecessor, or any of the other women he'd been seeing recently. Tomorrow, out of courtesy, Elliot will write him another message asking how things are going. The guy was at least acting honestly and not like his brother. Somehow he sometimes only regretted not having won a lady's heart when he chatted about it with the raccoon. This already offered him to meet his secretary. Apparently this woman liked caliber like him. But he declined with thanks, because he didn't want to destroy the climate in the law office if he also messed up this date.

In general, he wanted to avoid that Elliot caught bad things about him. Of course his brother had to tease and annoy him again, which the lawyer overheard one afternoon.

"Nothing you do or say will make me turn away from you." That sentence burned itself into his head, like an internal tattoo. It wasn't what the guy said as for Crash, but the how counted. The other opossum next to him was speechless for a moment too. The two of them could only stare at the raccoon in silence until he noticed for himself how warm it got under his cheeks. The lawyer actually made him blush. Him of all people, the number one charm bolt here. Because he couldn't cope with it at the moment, he said stupidly that the laundry had to be done again and left.

"And why Eddie?" In dry clothes he sighed at the question that haunted his head. After all, the two didn't have to hide anything. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't be brooding over Elliot like that now. As if you hadn't done this from the start, the inner voice nagged him again. It also reported that Crash knew what the games meant with the woman. That he was doing all of this for one reason only.

"My stupid brother and his stupid hints. Exactly, it's all Eddie's fault again. Just took my man ..buddy away from me." Probably, there was alcohol in the alcohol-free wine cup, which slowly made sense of his mind, because whether the other had something going on with the lawyer or not, that should not be a burden on their friendship. They were all adults. It has certainly happened more often than not that someone did something amicably with one brother and hopped into bed with the other. The animal in question was not bothered by the fact that they are twins and already look alike. Crash itself was very nauseous at the idea. That had to stop, no matter how. So first these confused thoughts, he'll take care of the other two guys tomorrow.

He threw the wet things in the washing machine and his cell phone on his bed, which by the way did not contain any messages or missed calls. Of course, no one thought of him because he was still on a great date with a woman. Nobody wanted to disturb that.

The urge to annoy the two of them with their secrecy arose fleetingly in the opossum that had been left behind. But then he realized that the date should end well. Not for his stupid brother, he hoped it would for Elliot, because he was his friend after all and so they were optimistic for each other.

"Even if the bastard didn't mention with a single syllable that he wanted to go fishing in such ponds." After the sentence he took a long sip from the bottle of black beer that was still in the warehouse. As dusty as it was, he only thought a few days ago that he couldn't get the bottle open. But if you dream crazy stuff and wake up half sweaty at noon, a drink like that helped. And then the next sip followed, because he didn't need the pictures of the dream either. Ellie appeared in his mind. Certainly because she had offered to chat with him in private if he wanted to talk to her. But his sister also had an unnatural feeling for stuff like that. Of course he liked to talk to her when there were problems. But this time there was absolutely nothing to talk about. Elliot was his only friend. Why couldn't anyone accept that, in addition to his brother and the rest of the family, he also had friends who weren't part of it somewhere before? Someone who just enjoyed chatting or hanging out with him. Here in the store. Had they ever done anything else? Probably because it never happened to either of them before. Neither Eddie nor he stayed long in a company of strangers, who they then entangled in a purely friendly relationship at some point. Strangely enough, intercourse always intervened. Well, if you weren't looking for it from the start anyway. Did that mean he wants with Elliot ..

"Damn it no! Or is it? No!" Because Crash then shook his head, he quickly got a headache and felt sick. Except for a nasty belch, nothing came up. That little bit of spit was quickly smeared on the old sweater. Still, he felt he should lie down.

"Slowly." He said to himself, who didn't seem to be in a hurry anymore. The beer showed its effect but quickly and that just .. Great, he had already emptied the whole bottle and was still holding the thing tight while he hopefully staggered into his room. The goal was clear, but his body found the floor in the hallway more comfortable, because suddenly he was lying there and everything kept turning. Taking a nap here seemed like a better idea and so the opossum closed its eyes.