May 22, 2013
The twins look at him curiously. The one in the black shirt finally speaks up. "Cool streaks..." she twists her red streaked black hair. The twin in the pink shirt stayed silent.
Seeming to concentrate on an assignment notebook in hand; Kid couldn’t help but recognize the comment made to him. “..more like disgusting streaks if you ask me. It breaks my beautiful art of symmetry.” With his reading complete, the young meister peers to the twins with his golden eyes. “..who may I ask are you two?”
