"What? It isn't enough that you have an identical twin to tell you that you look stunning each day?" Roger asked, raising an eyebrow and taking the bottle back.
Giving George a strange look after taking a swig of the bottle, he set it back down on the table and wondered just how long would he have to know the red head before he got used to all the random comments. Roger was sure that they made sense in George's head, but he didn't know what the inside of his head looked like. Which was probably fortunate for him, he thought, scratching at himself again.
"Oy!" Instincts had him lifting his injured arm to smack George, but a hiss of pain had him stopping and narrowing his eyes instead. "I don't know if it's contagious. Do you want to find out?" He asked, wiggling the fingers of the hand he was scratching with after the hand George had smacked him with. He hadn't grown up with any siblings, but he supposed that having as many as George did, it didn't seem strange to him to go around smacking people. So Roger went with it.
Reaching out for the bottle again, he shrugged. "Don't know. How did your telly end up imploding?"