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"The sewing machine died!"
Matthew looked up from his painting. "I'm sure thread just got caught, Al, no need to scream."
"No! It's dead! Dead!"
Setting down his palette and brush and maneuvering around the prop for his next cosplay, Matthew went to inspect the machine.
The sewing machine was dead. As a door knob. The light wouldn't turn on, the needle wouldn't stitch. It was dead.
This wasn't good. Al wouldn't be able to hand-sew the rest of his costume and they didn't have the funds for a new one. Maybe Arthur could fix it, but he was on the other side of the continent in school.
Crap.
"Okay. Maybe one of our neighbors has a sewing machine we could borrow?"
"But Mattie! It would be so awkward! They'll think we're weirdoes!"
"Al, we have people dressed in costume over almost daily. I think if our neighbors have presumed anything, they already have."
Alfred huffed. "Fine." He stood up, tripping over the cord. "Wha-?" He held up the plug, grinning sheepishly. He plugged it into the outlet and instantly the sewing machine turned on; fully functional.
Matthew gave his twin a frustrated glance and promptly returned to his painting.