Casually leans on his elder twin, only a couple of drinks in to celebrating the coming of another year. "To many more, dear brother."
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“Did you drink too much, little brother?” Erwin found himself chuckling softly, almost lifting his hand to ruffle the other’s hair playfully although he fought against that minor temptation. “Oh yes, to many more years. Hopefully, we’ll both accomplish what it is we need to do next year, yes?” The single desire---that one thing that kept them going forward despite the hell they had to step into---he truly hoped that this year was far better than the last. Hope was such a small thing, but it grew so easily in the hearts of people, becoming something so powerful that it was near overwhelming.
Taking a small sip of his drink, he slowly leaned against the other as well. “I hope you have a Happy New Year, my poor hardworking twin.”
