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Argh so so so cute
I'd say something clever, but my brain has fizzled out on the sheer cute of it all.
The Figaro twins, on their seventh birthday.
"C'mon, c'mon! Hurry up, slowpoke!"
"I'm running as fast as I can!"
"Come on, we're gonna miss it!!"
"Brotheeerrrr...!!"
The young maid blinked softly, stepping out of the room she was cleaning just in time to watch the twins scrambling clumsily up the stairs, so small compared to the large steps that they were climbing as much as they were running. She never could tell them apart, and especially not now; fancied up for their birthday as they were, with perfectly matching outfits, right down to the identical bows in their blond little ponytails. She stared bemusedly up the stairs after the young princes, and then gathered up her skirts and hurried after them to make sure they weren't getting into trouble. She was new to the castle, and she didn't want to be the one to have to say "Oh yes, I saw them run right past me" if one of the boys broke his leg or worse.
They weren't terribly hard to find - they'd shifted a rug and left a door wide open in their wake. There was absolute silence from the room they had apparently entered, and so the maid took the time to straighten the rug before peering in.
She couldn't quite remember, later, what else had been in the room; the twins certainly hadn't paid any attention, kneeling in the center of the room, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder and breathing hard as they stared raptly at the big grandfather clock.
All this hurry to check the time? The maid frowned.
"Prince Edgar? Prince Sabin?"
"Shhhhhh," said the twin on the left, half-turning to look at her and put his finger to his lips. His eyes were bright with anticipation, his face flushed from running, and his jacket had half slid off his shoulder. "We're gonna miss it!"
And with that, he turned back quickly to stare at the clock again.
"Miss what? What's so exciting about a clock?"
"SHHHHH," the twins said in unison.
The maid shhhhed. She stood and watched them, glancing up to the clock. Were they waiting for a specific time....?
The minute hand fell squarely on the four - 5:20.
"HAPPYBIRTHDAYEDGAR!!" the twin on the left suddenly shrieked, knocking his brother over in an exuberant hug while the maid was still reeling in surprise. The twins laughed and wrestled for a few seconds, before Edgar scrambled back up to a sitting position and out of Sabin's grip - and so they went right back to watching.
Precisely three minutes passed.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SABIN!!" Edgar screamed, managing to at least separate his words as he gave his younger twin the same hug-and-wrestle treatment. And this time it lasted far longer, with their stately clothes thoroughly disheveled by the time they broke apart, and then dashed past the maid and down the stairs again - Edgar now carrying his jacket in one hand, Sabin missing a bow. When the maid went back down the stairs, she would also find a lonely shoe forgotten on the steps.
As the twins hurried down, she heard one of them yelling happily, "NOW we're seven!"
bibble.
The Figaro twins, on their seventh birthday.
"C'mon, c'mon! Hurry up, slowpoke!"
"I'm running as fast as I can!"
"Come on, we're gonna miss it!!"
"Brotheeerrrr...!!"
The young maid blinked softly, stepping out of the room she was cleaning just in time to watch the twins scrambling clumsily up the stairs, so small compared to the large steps that they were climbing as much as they were running. She never could tell them apart, and especially not now; fancied up for their birthday as they were, with perfectly matching outfits, right down to the identical bows in their blond little ponytails. She stared bemusedly up the stairs after the young princes, and then gathered up her skirts and hurried after them to make sure they weren't getting into trouble. She was new to the castle, and she didn't want to be the one to have to say "Oh yes, I saw them run right past me" if one of the boys broke his leg or worse.
They weren't terribly hard to find - they'd shifted a rug and left a door wide open in their wake. There was absolute silence from the room they had apparently entered, and so the maid took the time to straighten the rug before peering in.
She couldn't quite remember, later, what else had been in the room; the twins certainly hadn't paid any attention, kneeling in the center of the room, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder and breathing hard as they stared raptly at the big grandfather clock.
All this hurry to check the time? The maid frowned.
"Prince Edgar? Prince Sabin?"
"Shhhhhh," said the twin on the left, half-turning to look at her and put his finger to his lips. His eyes were bright with anticipation, his face flushed from running, and his jacket had half slid off his shoulder. "We're gonna miss it!"
And with that, he turned back quickly to stare at the clock again.
"Miss what? What's so exciting about a clock?"
"SHHHHH," the twins said in unison.
The maid shhhhed. She stood and watched them, glancing up to the clock. Were they waiting for a specific time....?
The minute hand fell squarely on the four - 5:20.
"HAPPYBIRTHDAYEDGAR!!" the twin on the left suddenly shrieked, knocking his brother over in an exuberant hug while the maid was still reeling in surprise. The twins laughed and wrestled for a few seconds, before Edgar scrambled back up to a sitting position and out of Sabin's grip - and so they went right back to watching.
Precisely three minutes passed.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SABIN!!" Edgar screamed, managing to at least separate his words as he gave his younger twin the same hug-and-wrestle treatment. And this time it lasted far longer, with their stately clothes thoroughly disheveled by the time they broke apart, and then dashed past the maid and down the stairs again - Edgar now carrying his jacket in one hand, Sabin missing a bow. When the maid went back down the stairs, she would also find a lonely shoe forgotten on the steps.
As the twins hurried down, she heard one of them yelling happily, "NOW we're seven!"
bibble.
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-Ex-