"Your half or my half?" Kenneth questioned, a smile on his face.
Max gazed at his brother, confused for a moment, but then a smile crossed his face as well. "That's a terrible joke." he commented, and his brother snickered in response. He and Kenneth pushed themselves up from the desk chair, and the same sense of imbalance returned. He could see their two feet firmly planted on the carpet, but he could not shake the feeling that he was going to fall over leftward. He was not used to their center of gravity resting between their necks.
They walked towards Kenneth's old closet, now their shared one. It was filled with both his brother's and his original clothes. "Guess Mom and Dad did not think of everything." Max commented as he pulled a shirt from its hanger. It was one of his brother's shirts as it had the image of a twenty-sided dice on it with something about a save. But, the issue was not in the shirt design. He could tell, just from looking at it, that it was too small. It also lacked a second neck-hole, or at least a larger one. "There is no way this is going to fit us."
Kenneth sighed heavily beside him. "Lets start with pants then. I mean... those should fit just fine." He pulled a pair of jeans from the shelving and held it against his side of their hips.
Without needing a cue, Max grabbed the other side of the jeans and held it against his side. "These seem fine." Max commented. He remembered his parents only mentioning that Kenneth's original torso was expanded with leftover bone and muscle from his original body. He figured that any pair of pants they owned should fit them seeing as, before sharing a body, he and his brother shared the same waist size.
"Alright, then lets slip them on." Kenneth said as he and Max held the jeans open in front of them.
Max had only just lifted weight off of his foot before he and his brother began falling forward. There was nothing he could do to stop them, and they collapsed on the carpet in a heap on their back. He turned to his brother, "You were supposed to brace your leg."
"You were supposed to brace your leg." Kenneth argued back.
Max bit his tongue to keep himself from falling into the habit of arguing with his brother. Apparently, they had both thought the other was going to keep them balanced. "Lets just slip them on down here." He said as he grabbed the fallen pair of pants and held it up for his brother to grab. With each hold tightly to a side, Max and his brother kicked their legs into the holes of the pants. It was then a series of disjointed pulls before it was around their waist. "Can you hold the hole open." Max said more as a command then a request as he attempted to push the button through the loop. Kenneth silently complied, and he was able to fasten the waist of the pants.
The brothers then shifted themselves back to a standing position. They stepped closer to the closet again, and Kenneth began sliding the hanged shirts, looking for one that would fit them. "None of these are going to fit..." he complained.
"What about one of my sweatshirts. I have a few bigger ones that never fit quite right." Max said, as he blindly reached for one in the shelving above them. He smiled inwardly when the first one he pulled appeared large enough.
"This time..." Kenneth started, "We will help each other put our arms through the sleeves, then push our heads through. My arm first."
"Okay." Max agreed as he helped his brother slip his arm through the left sleeve, and then Kenneth helped him pull his own arm through the right. With the sweatshirt bunched up against their chest, Max and Kenneth pulled it over their heads, and a moment later, they popped out of the surprisingly large neck-hole. The hood of the sweatshirt was behind their necks.
They continued to standing in front of the closet. Max, for a moment, could imagine that they were in an elaborate costume, prepping for halloween. That moment was up when he felt his brother place his hand against their abdomen. "You want to grab something to eat?" Kenneth asked.