LONLIN: Twins 13

Dillon Keok

"Assynolajet. In-house. Just two with Dillon. It's been. What time do you come home? Mom hasn't come home yet. Huums. The waalaikumsalam."

Devlin put back his phone after answering a series of questions from his father via phone. Her father calls her or her brother every afternoon. Just asking, where? Same who? Already eaten? And, is mom home? Especially in the last question, usually the father will immediately end the telephone connection and half an hour later reach home.

As of today, the twins are sure that in half an hour the roar of the father's car will be heard.

While waiting for Dad to come home and to disturb Dillon who was seriously filling the math LKS at his desk after school, Devlin went into Dillon's room and idly asked, "Dillon, what kind of girlfriend are you?"

"Subordinate type. Not like someone claiming to be my sister," Dillon replied lightly.

"I'm the submissive type! But, only the chosen ones are the ones I'm following," Devlin replied, then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Damf. According what? When Dad said don't cut your hair, you cut your hair anyway, and you ended up crying all day because you didn't like the model," Dillon looked at Devlin for a bit, then looked down again focusing on his LKS.

"That's all just once."

"Oh, yes! There's more. When mom suggested you keep a rabbit, you whined to keep a puffer."

"You just remember the bad stuff, huh?"

"The worst is... When I asked you to learn cycling, you refused. But, you actually recklessly cycling alone to school without training, even though I have forbidden you. You must remember the consequences, right?" Dillon eagerly explained, now his attention is no longer on the math problem.

"Stop, Dillon!" Devlin stands. His decision to fill free time was a big mistake.

"You're down. Bloody feet. You broke down for three days, and didn't want to get out of bed as if your legs were really broken. That's what's called a submissive?" Unconcerned by his sister's warning, Dillon continued.

"Just be wild! What if I am not obedient? Who wants to be in your type category. If it wasn't for my friend forcing me to ask you this, I wouldn't have asked either!" Devlin Spray.

"Puahaha. Please stop your pent-up love, Devlin."

"WICKED DILLON! AYAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

***

After successfully persuading Devlin for 10 minutes to stop his crying, Dillon finally opened the chat to distract the younger brother from sobbing again. Could get a jewel dad later, Dillon's mind.

"Who asked you to be my boyfriend?"

"Naura," Devlin replied briefly.

"He was how?"

"He's... Pretty," added Devlin, though he sounded hesitant.

"Continue?"

"He's not stupid either."

Dillon frowning. "You don't want to praise people, do you?"

Devlin shrugged his shoulders.

"Actually he's not good enough to be praised," Devlin replied casually.

"Why force yourself to muji him?"

"He said, if I want to enter eskul dance, I have to praise him in front of you" explained Devlin innocently.

Dillon sniggered for a moment. Then he got up from his study chair, joined in sitting on the bed with Devlin.

"Yes, don't go into that eskul. Since when do you like to jog?"

"But eskul dance is the most popular dance in school."

"Continue?"

"Keep me in eskul what, dong?"

Dillon sighed softly. It turns out that until now his sister has not found his ideals.

"What if eskul badminton?"

Devlin.

"Drumband?"

Devlin shook his head again.

"Paint?"

Shakes again.

"Journalism?"

"Journalism?"

"I'm a reporter, is that it?"

"It doesn't have to be a journalist, does it? It could be an editor, graphic design, and..."

"Nara's my first source, you, huh?" Devlin suddenly excited, forgot about the quarrel earlier, wkwkwk.

"Hey, I said, right..."

"Just a second! I'm gonna draw up a frame of questions first." Devlin jumped down from the bed, then ran towards his room.

"Hey, Devlin! You haven't even registered yet, why have you looked up the source, anyway?!"

***

After finishing off Dillon with an absurd question, Devlin was now bored again. Chatting with Dillon afraid of ending tragically.

Mackenzie is also now busy satronizing the neighboring cats. Eat it sometimes he forgets. Phew.

Devlin flicked his nails and realized that they were long. Finally got a job, huhu.

Devlin exited the room towards the front porch with a nail cutter in his grip. Luckily, he'll see Mackenzie. Let's stay locked up at home so as not to wander, he thought.

Only until the right little fingernail was cut off did Dillon bend his head. "Oh, here it seems. I thought it was missing."

Devlin did not answer. This time he wanted to play it safe. Then, he continued cutting the fingernails of his left hand.

Dillon doesn't care. He sat there, making Devlin groan.

"Nail clipping is good Monday, Thursday, and Friday" Dillon said.

Devlin was silent again.

"Mackenzie where, huh?" Dillon knew his sister was fasting talk to him, so he continued to be seduced.

Dillon's question just got Devlin to raise his head.

"I think Mackenzie's gonna be a dad. He looks grown up now."

Dillon glanced briefly at Devlin who had apparently moved to cut his toenails, then frowned in response to Devlin's words just now.

"She doesn't like being carried now" Devlin ragged without letting his eyes out of the toenail.

"Now he also rarely takes a nap. Keep going on his job." There were still three out of five more nails to be cut, and Devlin would still continue his rumble.

Meanwhile, Dillon who initially intended to tease the sister suddenly lost his taste.

"Which wife, huh? What's that striped-colored neighbor's cat?"

Dillon frowning.

"If the child is many, we ask for one, huh? Dad, right, has the right to babysit." Devlin's delusion just got bigger.

"But you asked Mom for permission, yeah, Dillon. You see, I already have Mackenzie, so it's impossible to be approved. It'll be a meal, let me handle it." The last nail is ready for cutting.

"Later the cat I gave the name Bibong. Funny, right?" Devlin turned his head, and did not find Dillon there.

Devlin snorted, then chatted with his own voice, "Or do I give Qubil a name, yes?"

Dillon shudders. Devlin who spoke after the half-day fast was apparently terrible. He decided to sit on the sofa of the family room to watch whatever shows were on television.

His heart nearly jumped as Devlin surprisingly sat down beside him. Then he said barely, "You're a slob, anyway!"

"What?" Dillon was confused.

"That's your long nail."

"Just let's just, anyway. White is clean."

"Gee!" Devlin immediately grabbed Dillon's right hand.

"Eh! Uh! The devlin! What do you want?"

"Cut your nails. Embarrassed to have a deformed twin."

"W-what?" Dillon glared in disbelief.

"Ih, quiet! If your index finger breaks, don't mistake me."

"Devlin, sorry. Tomorrow I won't let you talk first."

Devlin grinned in satisfaction.