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Fernando Luca (fernandont) wrote in idrisacademy,
@ 2011-03-30 23:18:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, fernando luca, marcelo luca

Who: Luca Twins
What: The Usual
When: Wednesday Night
Where: Their Dorm
Rating: SFW

Fernando had spent the better part of the day being Fernando, which entailed various melt downs, dancing in the hallways, and foraging for corn based snacks. After a long while of doing those things and several others Fernando realized it might be time to check on his brother, who was likely wasting his life in their dorm.

After a hop, skip, and even a jump, Fernando was back at their dorm. Marcelo was exactly where Fernando expected he would be, sitting at his desk being boring. Fernando sighed heavily and immediately began peeling off his layers. His coat, blazer, and tie all fell to the floor with no further ado. Marcelo would pick those up.

Lazily making his way over to his bed, Fernando patted his Stapler which chirped quietly at the touch of it's owner and he flopped onto the covers with a resounding sigh. "Is this seriously what you do all day?"

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marcellos
2011-04-01 07:50 am UTC (link)

His completed homework stacked neatly on one corner of the desk, Marcelo sat hunched over in his chair, pencil in hand moving rapidly across the page. He was sketching some new design ideas as a reward for finishing his homework earlier than he'd expected. Half a smile was tugging on one corner of his mouth, though he wasn't aware of it.

Quite simply, Marcelo was very much enjoying this peaceful respite.

The peace was shattered the instant the door opened and Fernando entered their dorm. Not that it bothered Marcelo; even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was always more comfortable when he could see his twin, safe and sound in the same room with him. He breathed a small sound of disapproval as his brother's clothes fell to the floor, but otherwise kept working.

He stopped, finally, when he heard that wretched stapler and winced. How he hated that thing! He dropped his pencil and swiveled in his seat to face Fernando. He lifted one eyebrow quizzically. "Is there something wrong with what I'm doing?" After a moment of vainly trying to resist, he stood up and immediately bent down to carefully collect Fernando's discarded clothes and placed them neatly in the hamper. "What have you done today? I take it I would not be wrong to assume you have not yet completed your homework." His best imitation of their father slowly crept into his tone as he spoke.

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fernandont
2011-04-01 05:22 pm UTC (link)

"You're just so boring," Fernando droned. His brother was so boring, in fact, that he couldn't even raise his head to look at the other boy. After a minute he realized what he had said could be hurtful and picked his head up a bit, "Well you're not boring, but you're always doing boring things." There. That really clarified it.

Fernando could not disguise his grin when Marcelo picked up his mess and for a moment he wondered if he would ever able to exist without Marcelo picking up after him. Deciding rather quickly that the answer was no, Fernando rolled on his belly facing Marcelo and propped his head up on his fits.

"We have homework?" he asked with almost no sass in his voice at all. At the question of what he had done, Fernando leaned to one side and exposed his rustling pocket, out of which he pulled a button with two blinking eyeballs, an empty corn chip bag which had sprouted leg, and a very aggressive fork. Setting them onto the trunk at the end of his bed, he gave his brother a cheeky grin. He knew how much Marcelo hated his little creations, but he also understood the need for bringing them back to the room so they could be silenced.

Pointing to the fork, which was attempting to joust the dancing chip bag, he added, "I spilled milk on my pants just then."

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marcellos
2011-04-01 09:07 pm UTC (link)

Marcelo might once have been insulted, but he was far too used to this conversation by now. He sighed, "Just because you find something boring doesn't mean I do. And boring or not, there are some things we have to do. Like homework," he directed a significant glance at Fernando's desk. As usual, he had taken the time to gather what he could find of his brother's assignments and dropped them in a neat stack on top of the usual mess and clutter.

Fernando's clothing safely stored and waiting for Marcelo to wash them, he returned to his own desk and tucked his sketches back into the folder in the drawer where he kept them. He rarely sat still in their dorm, as he was almost always cleaning something, but he had perfected the ability to talk to Fernando as he did so. "We always have homework, Nando," he groaned with only a minor sound of exasperation.

He stopped cleaning when he realized Fernando was emptying his pockets. This was practically a daily ritual. He turned and brought his arms up to cross them over his chest. He frowned at the ridiculous objects with disapproval and suspicion. His dislike for his twin's creations sprouted almost exclusively from his protectiveness of Fernando; were it not for his fears about his twin's health, he might actually have admitted that sometimes, the things could be at least marginally entertaining.

He picked up the fork almost as reflex when Fernando pointed to it. His expression shifted to obvious annoyance momentarily as he glared down at it, now limp in his hand. He shook it off quickly, quelling the leftover emotions that had passed to him with grim determination. Then he swept up the chip bag, and crumpled it before tossing it into the waste bin and then reached for the button. There were times when he really hated this and wished they could just be normal, but today, like most days, he no longer bothered to think that deeply.

He sat down on the edge of Fernando's bed and looked at his twin sidelong, "You are nothing but trouble, Nando." His tone wasn't scolding, and in fact, there might even have been a hint of amusement. Though, it was probably just affection. Probably. "Anything else?" He turned his head fully around to meet Fernando's eyes directly. It was of utmost importance to Marcelo that he never overlook any of the things Fernando gave life; he couldn't stand the thought of what could possibly happen.

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fernandont
2011-04-02 04:35 pm UTC (link)

"I think," he said, his glance also turning upon his stack of homework, "you are exaggerating the inflexibility of the necessity to do homework." He would get to it eventually, or at least half of it. Marcelo was much more keen on helping him when he had already started the process. "Anyway, if I did my homework without infinite help and wisdom, we'd likely spend a lot less time together." Fernando chose his words carefully, hoping to pluck at least one of Marcelo's strings.

Under the scrutiny of his brother's eye, Fernando almost felt ashamed of his creations. None of them were particularly evil, though the fork clearly had dubious intentions, and Fernando never quite understood why Marcelo was so frustrated by them all. He cringed a little when Marcelo crumpled up the chip bag, waving a two finger goodbye as it clinked inside the trashcan.

Without thinking, Fernando scooted over to give his brother a bit of room to sit down. "Well that's why I'm so loveable," he added softly, his voice still spirited. Fernando withered a bit at Marcelo's expression, but he shook his head. "I think that's it. Really." Lacing his fingers together, Fernando plotted his refusal of their energy exchange. "You know," he said sweetly, "I think that you can just hang onto that for today."

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