I need you to elaborate more on Lando, because I don't think he likes himself as much as we think lol I still remember when they did that lie detector interview with him, and the detector said he was telling the truth when he answered that he didn't consider himself attractive when he looked in the mirror. I don't think he finds fucking with his clone appealing, but maybe he does for research purposes (how it feels), and he might end up liking it, and it's possible he could get stuck there for weeks xd
The two Oscars tried to gesture for the other one to go first but they did it in mirror image and ended up slapping each other's hands so hard they recoiled backward.
"Ah HA!!" Lando squawked, while at the exact same time:
"Ah HA!!" from the Lando clone.
"Same laugh," they said in unison, and then made another gleeful cackle in exactly the same pitch.
Lando narrowed his eyes and inspected his clone more carefully. He'd been annoyed about the situation, because they were acting like it was up for grabs which one of them would be driving in the GP this weekend and Lando thought that was some right steaming bullshite. The implication that there was some version of himself that was better. And then they'd spend the next million years being like, well why was that Lando better, and what could actual Lando do to improve, and all Lando ever wanted was to be allowed to be fully himself. The idea of being compared not to other people, but to a better Lando, was intolerable.
He hadn't considered that this Lando might just be the same as him.
Other Lando pretended to be interested in something in the distance, though surely he could feel Lando's eyes on him, and after Lando'd had the opportunity to take a good look, he crossed his arms and stared out the window while other Lando took a look at him.
When Lando glanced back over, other Lando had already looked away. He said, "Does this mean I can do half the marketing hours?" to the person standing nearby typing frantically on her phone.
Lando took a step forward, interested to hear the answer, feeling the press of his other self's shoulder, just fleeting contact, not enough to be cloying and uncomfortable, the way everyone was always trying to grab Lando and not let him go. The warm press of their arms together and then the immediate return of space.
Other Lando kept staring forward. "Maybe we put a mask on the Oscar clone and he can do the whole thing for us?"
Great idea. Lando nodded, pointing sideways at himself, like, you should listen to this guy.
He dropped his arms from where they were folded across his chest, and let the back of his hand brush up against Lando's before shoving it into his pocket.
In his peripheral, he could see Lando doing the same.
