and not the same

“You want lemons squeezed in your eyes?” Slightly threatened, giving the twin a hard look in response to his insult. “Don’t give me ideas.” Classic brotherly banter. As was his following suggestion that Benji would learn what girls liked in time, which was predictably met with some amount of indignation. Think I can’t impress a girl? Well, two could play at the sibling roasting game. Slightly shrugged, smiling at Benji in the mirror. “I’m just saying if you did, wouldn’t you have a girlfriend by now?”

“Yeah, have at it— I dare you.” Benji retorted right back, unfazed by Slightly’s threat. He didn’t believe that the blonde would even try to do such a thing to him, but the brunette had to admit, it would be kinda funny if he did. But only for a moment, otherwise, he was pretty sure he’ll get pissed at the older in return. His gaze now narrowed at Slightly, the challenging tone laced around the words that was said. “You’re right, but that’s only if i want to have a girlfriend.” Benji countered, as it wasn’t like he was the type to wanted to date girls back to back or anything like that. “I know I can impress a girl, there’s just none I want to impress right now” Lies, there was in fact someone he was into, but the brunette wasn’t about to give the blonde any satisfaction in knowing yet. 

“Because I don’t wanna appeal to you,” Slightly said in a tone that implied it should be obvious that when he mused aloud about feeling like he looked good for a special date night with his girlfriend, that his brother should assume he wanted to be attractive in her perspective. He just wanted to hear Benji validate that Mei would like the look, which finally followed despite being couched in more jesting. Sly brushed off all the teasing, focusing on only the part where Mei would think he would look sexy wearing anything, and the advice about the buttoning. Hopefully she would see him with no shirt by the end of the night, he thought (and didn’t say aloud, because he was a gentleman and Mei was a lady, not fit for crude locker-room talk with the bros) as he fixed up the shirt to Benji’s recommendations. “You’re right; it’s good like this. But it does matter, by the way. It’s not enough to just be hot, making an effort is important if you really wanna impress a girl.” He winked at his brother in the mirror. “You’ll learn eventually.”

“Maybe next time just say “think Mei finds me hot?”, which in return I’ll say “maybe with lemons squeezed into her eyes, she would”” Benji once again jest, finding it more enjoyable to tease and mess with his brother than to actually give him a decent response to his question. Of course, if all his messing around had actually bothered the blonde, than the younger would have given him a better answer, yet they both knew that either way, what Benji thought wasn’t what was more important right— Slightly’s girlfriend’s opinion was, which is why the brunette eventually gave some input. To show he did care about his brother’s upcoming valentine’s date. Then as the blonde winked at him through the mirror, the brunette blinked. “What? Think I can’t impress a girl?” Benji asked, now with a raised brow. 

"We’re twins, I tried to eat him in the womb and he’s been trying to return the favor ever since." - @losttwinbenji

At the horror that was apparent within Cubby’s tone, Benji merely stared at his brother, completely unfazed as if he hadn’t been the one to say how he tried to eat his twin inside the womb. And he wasn’t kidding either— he had tried to eat Duke inside the womb, but it wasn’t anything personal, It was a matter of survival, and they both still came out fine and okay in the end. “Yeah, Duke was hogging up all the space in there and I was cramped. What else was I supposed to do?” Benji remarked, only for his mouth to curve at Cubby’s following words. “You never asked, but if you want to know more, by all means— ask away.” 

"Jesus, you're hard to rely on." -@losttwinbenji

Benji should’ve known that this was going to happen. When he realized that it was Peter’s turn to go grocery shopping, he should’ve known then that the older was going to fumble the bag and completely forget to do just that. Never mind the fact that all of them had written a list of stuff on what to get so that nothing would be missing nor accidentally boughten, it was an already known fact that whenever it was Peter’s turn to go grocery shopping, he would either do so when it was too late and there was not a single thing to eat within the apartment or Peter would end up forgetting altogether and one of them would have to go and pick up the slack for him. And in most cases, it was usually Cubby or Tootles who would do so (Wendy too on the few occasions where she comes to visit and realized that they didn’t have any food inside the fridge). But Cubby no longer lived within the apartment with them, having moved out with Slightly into their own apartment not too long ago. While Tootles? It’s been very obvious that the older has been getting more and more fed up with Peter’s antics to want and pick up his slack for him. And honestly, Benji didn’t blame him one bit.

“It’s not a competition,” Slightly retorted with a pout, clearly displeased with Benji’s answer. If he had been labeled the sexiest, it would have been a competition and he would have gladly accepted the title of winner, but seeing as that wasn’t the case…He really just wanted a second opinion on his outfit for his Valentine’s date with Mei; it was supposed to be a special night for them, and he wanted to look his absolute best for his girlfriend. But this was what he got for seeking validation from a twin instead of Cubby. “You don’t even have a girlfriend—you wouldn’t know what women find attractive,” he grumbled, unbuttoning another button and assessing himself in the mirror before re-buttoning it. He didn’t want to come off too strong (not that he was at risk of that with his strawberry shirt and temporary pink dye in his hair for the holiday’s theme.)

“Bet it would’ve if I said you were sexy.” The younger commented, the corner of his mouth curving into a small smirk at the pout his brother had on his face. Despite his words, Benji was saying this all in good fun, not actually telling Slightly any of this as to truly make his brother feel bad about his looks. Again, Slightly was arguably very attractive, and the brunette has seen more than once how crazy for him girls seemed to be (even when his brother was too daff to notice sometimes.). “What does having a girlfriend got to do with what I find appealing? Besides, you never said anything about whether I think your girlfriend will like your outfit—you just went off going on about how sexy you were like some self-absorbed narcissist.” Benji claimed, watching as Slightly unbuttoned and re-buttoned the shirt he had on. “It looks better buttoned up.” He said, actually giving a decent input on his brothers look. “Although, it really doesn’t matter what you end up wearing. I’m sure your girlfriend would think you look sexy even if you decided to meet up with her wearing a trash bag. Or better yet, you can go with no shirt at all—bet she’ll love that.” 

@losttwinbenji said: “I know you tried. I’m telling you to try again.”

It was a typical response to give, yet the younger of the two still rolled his eyes after he heard it. He got where Nibs was coming from— there really wouldn’t be a point to go out of your way to get somebody to like you, especially when they already have a preconceived idea of you. But despite those words, Benji then raised a brow at the other before crossing his arms. “So you’re saying that even though you dislike the fact that they view you as some jerk— over a tiny accident for that matter, you’re just going to let them keep thinking of you as that even when you aren’t a jerk?!” He asked, disbelief evident within his tone. “They’re literally right over there—” He pointed from across the room at the brunette who was sitting on the couch, chatting with Slightly’s girlfriend. “It’s not hard to just go over there and reintroduce yourself to them! Maybe they’ll like the fact that you approached them and give you the benefit of the doubt.”