“Noooo...Im shy! Plus he’s probably straight anyway....!” Brett twiddled his thumbs, as he gestured to the Chinese Gong of a man whose lifting weights
“Oh my god I know righttttt!” Noel spoke, glancing at the asian hunk, observing those strong and thick arms of his contracting and flexing as he lifted up those weights.
“Plus he’s small anyway! Shorter than us!” Brett sassily responded, swishing his Twinkie hips, and then winking at his twin. “But you know what they say, small packages come with big rewards~!”
“O M G You are right!”
Noel and Brett went on their Eeeeeeeeee! Spree, twiddling their slender fingers with one another. The identical twins were gay besties since the age of one, born from the city of San Francisco so DUH THEY GAY!
Medium length blonde hair for Noel and Long gorgeous locks for Brett, their blue eyes shimmered in glee as the two caucasians were dressed in their dark blue wetsuits-having just finished their angel and backstrokes back at the outdoor swimming pool.
They had round chins and were overall slightly lean as they only just started swimming as a means to get closer to the eye candies at the gym. Estimated a 5ft 9, they were considerably tall seeing as they barely did any exercise before 3 months ago.
They love being together, always had a close connection unlike some unruly twins with polar opposite personalities. Probably was a straight thing, good thing they were SWISH gay!
And that’s exactly why the curse intends on setting them apart. The relishing of the destruction of their relationship and memories of one another. Perhaps if its merciful...maybe they can remain as rivals if they are really lucky...but they would be new rivals on the spot as compared to years of pent up anger like a pair of middle aged twins from another branch.
Nonetheless, they won’t be remembering each other fondly any longer.
“Be right back hun, gonna get me my special binoculars for spying!” Noel spoke, and with the swish of his hips, the two of them separated, and the curse took its chance.