The majority of this is a filler, but it's an important filler. :)
Anti-Schnozmo knew exactly what Anti-Blonda wanted to speak to him about, so he poofed them both to the hospital lobby. It was getting late, so no one else was in there. Well, no one besides the receptionist but she was wearing earbuds and watching something on her phone, so she probably wouldn't hear them. Anti-Blonda tried to lean cooly against the wall, but her injured wings pressed into it, making her hiss in pain and quickly stand upright. A wave of pity rushed over Anti-Schnozmo. He couldn't imagine how painful a wing injury must be or what it would be like to be unable to fly.
Quickly shaking off the pain, Anti-Blonda crossed her arms and smirked at him. "I think it's clear what we need to discuss." She gestured broadly toward the hallway. "Those two? Adorable. I'd ship them, if I was the fangirl type."
Anti-Schnozmo didn't know what she meant by 'I'd ship them,' but he assumed it was part of that weird girl language and didn't ask. "Ha. I'm a girl-repellent, and even I know what love looks like."
Anti-Blonda chuckled. "I wouldn't call you girl-repellent." She shrugged indifferently. "You're kinda cute. Y'know, in a boyish sort of way. But, I'm off-topic. I'm gonna do something."
Raising an eyebrow, Anti-Schnozmo asked, "About Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda?"
Anti-Blonda scoffed. "No. About pickles. What do you think, dum-dum?" Anti-Schnozmo narrowed his eyes, and Anti-Blonda rolled hers. "Oh, my Hades, have a sense of humor. Look, Nosy, we ain't got a Cupid around here, and, honestly, Anti-Cupid can suck my dick." Anti-Schnozmo blinked in shock. He hadn't expected such a vulgar statement from someone who was giggling about romance mere moments ago. "Someone's gotta get those idiots to stop being idiots, and you're either with me or against me."
Suddenly, he was afraid to go against her. "I-I guess I'm with you. Why are you so determined about this, anyway?"
Was that sadness in her eyes? It was gone as quickly as it appeared, so Anti-Schnozmo assumed he'd imagined it. Anti-Blonda indignantly tossed her hair over her shoulder. "That depends on who's asking."
It was clear that he wasn't going to get a real answer out of her, so Anti-Schnozmo sighed in defeat. "What do you want me to do?"
"This is idiotic."
"I know."
"This is unnecessary."
"I know."
"This is ludicris!"
"Anti-Cosmo, I know that," Anti-Schnozmo drolled. He was getting sick of his brother's complaints, although he couldn't say he blamed him. He watched as the younger of the two plopped himself unceremoniously on the couch, crossing his arms and pouting. Anti-Schnozmo almost laughed at how uncharacteristically childish he looked. "Look, AC, this wasn't even my idea. You see-"
Anti-Cosmo sighed and rubbed his temples. "I don't care whose idea it was. I'm not going on a blind date."
Anti-Schnozmo sighed. Why was he going along with this 'plan,' again? Oh, right. Because Anti-Blonda scared him a little. Her reasons were still unknown to him, and her over-all bluntness of the situation was unnerving. "J-Just trust me, okay? Have I ever let you down before?" Anti-Cosmo opened his mouth. "Don't answer that. Look, I've met the girl, and she seems sain enough."
"Sain enough or sain?"
"Dude."
Anti-Cosmo rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll humor you."
Anti-Schnozmo sighed in relief. "Thank you."
"At least tell me her name."
"Uh...I was told not to."
Anti-Cosmo face-palmed. "I hate you sometimes."
"We're brothers." Anti-Schnozmo shrugged. "Temporary hatred is inevitable."
"I suppose it is."
"Are you sure about this?" Anti-Wanda asked, "'Cause, I ain't sure about this."
Anti-Wanda had only been home for a few hours, and her sister was already trying to set her up with... Hell, she didn't even know who. Anti-Blonda just told her to 'look hot for her date.' She wouldn't even say anything about the guy. Usually when this happened, Anti-Wanda would at least get his name.
Anti-Blonda didn't respond to her sister's question. Instead, she inspected her twin's choice of outfit...which, unfortunately, was a light blue T-shirt with a bat on it, gray jeans, and white sneakers, and her hair was carelessly thrown into a low ponytail. Not exactly date-material. Anti-Blonda raised her wand and poofed her sister into a maroon blouse, a black maxi-skirt, and black high heels, and her hair was now in a neat braid.
"Better," Anti-Blonda said after admiring her handiwork.
Anti-Wanda sighed. Why her sister insisted on playing matchmaker, she would probably never know. "This is stupid. Can you at least tell me this guy's name?"
Anti-Blonda winked. "Oh, you already know his name."
She did? At least it wasn't stranger, this time. "Well, can you tell me what the fellow looks like?"
Her only answer was one of her sister's trademark smirks.
Anti-Wanda sighed and shook her head. She knew her sister meant well, but... "I'm scared." Anti-Wanda avoided her sister's gaze. "You know that, right?"
Anti-Blonda's eyes softened, and an understanding smile found its way to her lips. She put a comforting hand on her twin's shoulder. "I know. But, you have to get over this."
"God dammit, you know why I'm scared!" Anti-Wanda exclaimed with misty eyes.
Anti-Blonda lowered her hand and used it to rub her arm. "I know." Honestly, she was a little scared, herself. Anti-Cosmo was a former Xye, and Xye couldn't be trusted. "But...I-I have a good feeling about this guy."
That night, Anti-Wanda was out in the park, anxiously kicking her legs over the bench she was sitting on. She didn't want to go on a regular date, let alone a blind one. And, it didn't help that her sister had explained that a blind date was going out with someone you've never met and not dating a blind person. At least blind people couldn't see you. Anti-Blonda said that this man could see.
Meanwhile, Anti-Cosmo was pace-floating, not far from there, pondering how he could get revenge on his brother, especially if this didn't go well. He thought back to the last time Anti-Schnozmo had introduced him to a girl. She had become completely obessed with Anti-Cosmo to the point of stalking him. And, that time, Anti-Schnozmo had no intention to play matchmaker.
Someone caught his eye, and he stopped pacing. "Anti-Wanda?"
Said girl looked up from her now-still feet. "Anti-Cosmo?"
And, so they meet...again. Review!