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Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2009
“I don’t get it.”
Nathaniel sighed heavily as he looked up at his guard, a furrow in his dark brown eyebrows as he looked up at the man. “There honestly isn’t anything to get ya’twit.” He said, an irritated sigh slipping passed lips curling into an upside down smile. “We’re gunna throw on some shades, regular people’s clothes and hair and go into the city. You’ve seen us in full make-up we can look pretty different when we want to.” Alexander added on with a tilt of his head, raising it from his twin’s chest, dark brown bangs draping over honey brown eyes.
“And you both think you can pull this off without me? I don’t think so… You two don’t know how to keep your identities concealed. As a matter of fact, you just can’t. You can’t help but tell people you are famous because you can’t stand being outta the limelight for too long. It’s ridiculous… And I really, really…really don’t feel like savin your asses today…tomorrow, or for the rest of your Hiatus for that matter.” The man said with a crossing of his large arms over his equally large chest. He moved pretty quick for a guy that probably could stop a speeding vehicle with just his abs alone.
“Eh….We’ll try harder this time we promise. It won’t be like last time’s screw up we promise~~” Nathaniel said batting his pretty eyelashes before running his fingers through his dark brown hair. “Pwease…pretty pwease…pweeeease~” Alexander pleaded like a child, putting on his best pouty face at age 23. “Please shut up… I hated it when you were younger and I still hate it now. It’s even more annoying now since you change your voice to fit the part of the whiney little brat you still are.” The guard huffed with a frown. “You can go… But I swear if you screw up—“
“We know, we know… Shut up already and let us get dressed.”
“Please wait here sirs. I’ll get the next available worker to show you some of the nice properties we have that I think you would love.”
Nathan’s brows furrowed as the woman disappeared, bright green eyes shifting to the male seated next to him. “Hm…so why here? You planning on actually buying? Or is this your time to do normal things again?” the blonde questioned. “We don’t get to do any of our own shopping. And I think our first day out in years as regular people we should be shopping for a cool new home that we can crash at while we are giving this regular Joe thing a go again… So I guess you can say I’m doing a bit of both.” Alex replied grey eyes staring where the woman had disappeared to, curving long black bangs over his left eye.
Nathan, the blonde, was dressed in a black tank top and traditional green camouflage cargo shorts, flip flops on his feet, and a random pair of green glasses hanging off his ears. Alex was dressed in a white t-shirt, black jeans and white sneakers, black glasses sitting atop his head in a more normal way as they sat in the waiting area for their Real-estate agent. They asked for an expert on cozy semi-large homes, and beach houses. They rarely got to see the beach, and Alexander thought it would be could to live extremely close to one.
Even with their disguises they still looked like identical twins, which couldn’t be helped but at least now they didn’t look famous. It was a lose/win situation they could live with.
Nathaniel sighed heavily as he looked up at his guard, a furrow in his dark brown eyebrows as he looked up at the man. “There honestly isn’t anything to get ya’twit.” He said, an irritated sigh slipping passed lips curling into an upside down smile. “We’re gunna throw on some shades, regular people’s clothes and hair and go into the city. You’ve seen us in full make-up we can look pretty different when we want to.” Alexander added on with a tilt of his head, raising it from his twin’s chest, dark brown bangs draping over honey brown eyes.
“And you both think you can pull this off without me? I don’t think so… You two don’t know how to keep your identities concealed. As a matter of fact, you just can’t. You can’t help but tell people you are famous because you can’t stand being outta the limelight for too long. It’s ridiculous… And I really, really…really don’t feel like savin your asses today…tomorrow, or for the rest of your Hiatus for that matter.” The man said with a crossing of his large arms over his equally large chest. He moved pretty quick for a guy that probably could stop a speeding vehicle with just his abs alone.
“Eh….We’ll try harder this time we promise. It won’t be like last time’s screw up we promise~~” Nathaniel said batting his pretty eyelashes before running his fingers through his dark brown hair. “Pwease…pretty pwease…pweeeease~” Alexander pleaded like a child, putting on his best pouty face at age 23. “Please shut up… I hated it when you were younger and I still hate it now. It’s even more annoying now since you change your voice to fit the part of the whiney little brat you still are.” The guard huffed with a frown. “You can go… But I swear if you screw up—“
“We know, we know… Shut up already and let us get dressed.”
“Please wait here sirs. I’ll get the next available worker to show you some of the nice properties we have that I think you would love.”
Nathan’s brows furrowed as the woman disappeared, bright green eyes shifting to the male seated next to him. “Hm…so why here? You planning on actually buying? Or is this your time to do normal things again?” the blonde questioned. “We don’t get to do any of our own shopping. And I think our first day out in years as regular people we should be shopping for a cool new home that we can crash at while we are giving this regular Joe thing a go again… So I guess you can say I’m doing a bit of both.” Alex replied grey eyes staring where the woman had disappeared to, curving long black bangs over his left eye.
Nathan, the blonde, was dressed in a black tank top and traditional green camouflage cargo shorts, flip flops on his feet, and a random pair of green glasses hanging off his ears. Alex was dressed in a white t-shirt, black jeans and white sneakers, black glasses sitting atop his head in a more normal way as they sat in the waiting area for their Real-estate agent. They asked for an expert on cozy semi-large homes, and beach houses. They rarely got to see the beach, and Alexander thought it would be could to live extremely close to one.
Even with their disguises they still looked like identical twins, which couldn’t be helped but at least now they didn’t look famous. It was a lose/win situation they could live with.
