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❝ Oi, prickface ! ❞ Harrison's voice bellows from the other end of the hallway, beckoning his twin's attention. He's been awake since the literal crack of dawn, barely able to sleep on the mattress that isn't even his own after being banished to the bedroom nearest the footmen's quarters. ❝ Care to tell me what the fuck it is you think you're playing at ? ❞ He arrived home to find a stranger in his bed, a grimy little man with a grotesque grin on his face. Oliver Quick, he soon learned, from Liverpool of all places. ❝ Are you shagging him ? ❞ It comes out completely unfiltered, brows raised in his brother's direction. There's no judgement, he truly doesn't care either way. What's not acceptable however is the sheer lack of respect for his space and his things. ❝ If you are, he can sleep with you. I want my fucking bed back, am I clear ? ❞ He huffs, entirely miffed with his sibling. ❝ Oh! And into the bargain, the smarmy little arse thought I was you, the look on his face when he realised otherwise was a picture. I don't suppose you told him you had a twin ? How awfully fucking thoughtful of you to give him my room and fail to inform him that I actually exist. ❞

It didn't matter, it wasn't worth thinking about right now. Instead the blonde would focus her attention on the man before her. The very tall man, might she add. Jesus Christ, was the sound she was making even reaching him at all from down here? She'd smile, bright as ever. ❛ Are you a big party guy? ❜

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it's the winter break of '06, that warm festive period between christmas and new year where life slows down significantly. india arrived the evening after boxing day, bringing with her a suitcase full of italian treats for the cattons. in the aftermath of all of the pleasantries and mingling, she's finally resting with felix in his bedchamber, fresh out of the bath. “ perhaps it's time for your present ? ” she turns from her position between his legs while he gently brushes her dark brunette locks. of course, she'd already brought him clothes and aftershave and jewellery, all of which she'd given him earlier in the day. this one however, was special. a surprise. one she knows he won't be expecting. standing up from her position on his bed, india momentarily leaves the room and returns with his gift. wrapped with a bright red bow, she hands felix an acoustic 1963 Martin D-28. “ would you believe me if i told you bob dylan toured with this baby for ten years ? i won it at auction for you. ” crawling back between his thighs, india settles herself comfortably against felix's chest. “ maybe you can learn knockin' on heaven's door for me. it is my favourite after all. merry christmas, amore mio . ”

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