Two doors down the hallway, another front door opened and a curly-headed young man appeared in the open doorway, joined after a mmoment by an identical copy of himself.
"Good taste in music," the first boy grinned, and the other poked him in the ribs."
"Rude," he told his twin with a chuckle. "Ignore him, he has no manners. I'm Toby, the oaf is Jos. Want a hand shifting your stuff? We're not doing anything."