May 24, 2014
"Your dad knows our mama." "So that means we are obviously going to be /great/ friends." "So that means you obviously should let us come to your party this weekend." "And obviously we'll bring drinks." "Deal?" "Deal." "See you then~"
Exchanging a look, the twins pressed play on their voicemails listening to it for a second, third, and even forth time. There were two voices. Similar voices, but voices all the same. He was guessing their age? Maybe a bit older? For a split second they wondered how they even got their number, but in reality they didn’t think too hard about it. Their life was full of many strange things. MANY. STRANGE. THINGS.
So instead they shrugged and pushed delete. The more the merrier, right?
