Warnings: um...ridiculous nonsense warning? lol. Possible hints of yaoi, though it may only be me who sees it o_O
notes: just to make a change from writing smut...and I thought this might be fun.
Disclaimer: the boys do not belong to me, I make no profit from this
'Kharg!'
Paulette's voice rang out from the doorway of her room, coloured with an odd mixture of anger and bafflement as she took in the scene in front of her. Her childhood friend, the former prince of Nidellia and Commander of Yewbell's Defence Corps, was standing in the centre of the room wearing nothing but a pair of lacy pink panties...her pink panties...while his brother sat cross-legged on her bed, doubled up with laughter.
At the sound of her voice Kharg spun round to face her, his brown eyes widening whilst his cheeks flushed to match the colour of the panties he was wearing.
'It's his fault...' Kharg mumbled whilst looking down at the floor, his outstretched arm pointing at his twin whose laughter had only increased with the realisation that Paulette had joined them.
'How...could this possibly...be his fault?' the red-head slowly intoned through gritted teeth.
'We were practicing our swordsmanship and Darc decided that whoever lost the final round...had to wear your underwear for the rest of the day...and I lost,' Kharg's cheeks flushed even brighter as he shut his eyes tightly, clearly wishing he was anywhere but there at that precise moment in time.
Taking a deep breath, Paulette attempted to reign in her temper before addressing her friend again.
'I'm going out. When I come back, I want to find you gone and the panties put back where you found them, do I make myself clear?' the furious girl demanded.
'Yeah...sorry Paulette,' Kharg muttered.
'And you can shut up!' She pointed at the darker twin, who had not stopped laughing throughout the entire exchange, before she stormed back out of the room.
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Kharg watched as his friend stalked away, desperately hoping that she was going to keep this little incident to herself and beginning to wonder why he had agreed to go through with it in the first place.
His attention was suddenly snapped back into the present as a resounding crash rang out from the direction of the bed, followed by a low groan. Turning to his left, Kharg took in his brother's crumpled form as he lay collapsed in a heap on the floor, having clearly fallen from the bed due to the intensity of his laughter.
'Hmm,' he grunted smugly as he approached the darker twin, extending a hand to help Darc up, 'that will teach you for laughing so much.'
'That haughty expression of yours doesn't work quite so well when you're dressed like that,' Darc grinned wickedly as he began to get to his feet.
'Oh really?' Kharg raised one eyebrow before swiftly removing himself from his brother's grip and pushing the half-deimos back down onto the floor, causing the darker twin's head to smash painfully against the dressing table behind him.
Laughing quietly as he gathered up his clothes, Kharg exited the room to the angry sound of his brother's disgruntled insults, promising himself that the next time Darc suggested something foolish like this he would do the sensible thing and just refuse.