"Right," Fred laughed. "Just know that if you wake up with giant ears, it definitely was not me." He quirked his brow again and glanced down at his clothing and shrugged. "Why are we switching places?" he asked, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it at his twin. He laughed again, looking guilty, "Laundry day." That was the glory of having a twin. You could put off doing laundry so long as you didn't get caught stealing their clothes. Oops?