the creeps

Jason laughed hysterically at Caleb’s message, trying to find coherent words to reply with. Soon, his laugh simmered down and he inhaled before his fingers dashed over letters on his phone. 

He huffs, cheeks puffing out while he’s furiously tapping down on his phone screen, a little mad that he’ so easily being made fun of despite the small age gap.

The boy’s reaction was surely unexpected, the hopes that he held close to his heart–the fact that the boy would leave after learning of his name–shattered the moment he resuscitated the conversation. His brows were still furrowed, and if ever possible, even more so now that the eccentric boy in front of him started talking once more. He couldn’t quite understand why he was so fixated on this ordeal, couldn’t find the beauty of it all.

“It’s really not that,” he started, shaking his head lightly as he took a step back (being cautious was a quirk of his, and that especially came in handy today among other days), eyeing the boy once more. “I just don’t see the point of it all? I know how to text and call, that’s pretty much all I need my phone for. And the occasional emails I have to send. But besides that, I don’t see anything worthwhile.” 

He watches with a small frown when the other steps back once again, and they’re left with a bigger space between them. Caleb doesn’t like it, so he steps ahead once more, recomposing the smile on his face before going on with the conversation. “Oh, so you can actually text and make calls...” He tilts his head, looking up at the taller one with hope gleaming in his eyes once he retrieves the smartphone from his pocket and holds it in front of him with both hands. 

“Maybe.” he replied, the edge of his lips curving into a smirk – teasing. “Okay, i was kidding. You’re probably more important…. but just a slight difference.” he let out a soft, amused chuckle. Caleb was definitely so amusing to tease, he did love his brother, and no he did not meant anything about food being more important, it was solely for teasing purposes. His eyes rolled once more – he was exaggerating, and he was obviously acting cute. No – just no, Cyrus wouldn’t fall for it. He know his brother too well after all. “Maybe.” he answered with feign seriousness on his tone.

Cyrus soon let out a genuine laugh – he was right after all, He was the taller one so it’s logical to think that he was the heavier one. Although he did not know what exactly is his weight. “Okay, okay i kid–” he confesses. “Now if you won’t get your butt out of the bed i’m going to give you more tickles, you’ll probably going to fall on the ground so get you should get up now.” Sweet revenge, at least he had his revenge after being interrupted with his sleep. And with that he lazily pushed himself out of the bed, his hand grabbing a hold of his brother’s arm as he tried to pull him up. “Get up, food won’t wait forever.”

“You always say mean stuff to me--” He whines, spazzing around at the corner of the bed, still trying to pout his way out of this, but he has to admit he’s failing really hard at that task.  “Cyrus...” He yelps when his brother hit a particularly sensitive spot on his ribs, voice going up an octave as he becomes more desperate. Caleb half screams half fake-cries on the pillow when the older twin stops, kicking with his feet because the morning hasn’t gone according to plan, at all. They were supposed to be the perfect anime brothers duo that hug all the time now that they’re away from the rest of the family, but Cyrus isn’t having none of it. 

and cyrus doesn’t jump a lot. ( ; smiles, covering his eyes with her hands when he turns slightly to look at her ) that. plus the fact you’re both like, you know, giants ( ; says the last word much louder than the rest of the sentence to accentuate just how tall they truly were ) i used to be taller than you two then one day you both grew like four feet and left me in your shadows )

“Go away.. I don’t want you..” his voice still heavy with sleep, eyes half-lidded and his eyebrows were furrowed. He did not even know where those words came from, it just slipped out of his mouth unconciously. His hand were swatting his younger brother’s limbs away but he failed due to the fact that he did not had enough energy to do that and he was still half asleep anyway. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t amused with the lack of space he was having right now. 

“No– chicken don’t go away..” he whined unconsciously as soon as the chicken (a.k.a. caleb’s hand) suddenly disappeared from his grasp. Cyrus smiled in contentment upon noticing the sudden disappearance of his brother’s limbs around him, happy that he was having the breathing space that he needed but as soon as he felt a poke on his back – it felt ticklish that he ended up laughing. “Wha–what– stop.” he was now almost awake because of the sudden ticklish feeling. His hand were now swatting the boy’s fingers away. “Wha–what are you–” he paused upon hearing the mention of breakfast. “Did you just said breakfast?” and there he was finally awake, hastily turning around to face his younger brother, yawning. “W–why didn’t you wake me up earlier, let’s go get some breakfast!” he said, stretching out his arm while his other hand was patting his tummy.

He snorts at his brother’s reaction to all the tickling he’s doing, sleepy and puffy eyes forming little crescents as he observed the other in amusement, fingers only stopping once he gets the attention to himself. “You’re so mean.” He mumbles in a pout. “Only talking properly to me when I mention food.” A huff leaves his lips when Cyrus finally moved and seemed awake enough to understand what was going on around him.