#Except now that Fizz is the therapist for your Blitzø.. shhh-..

[wired-for-trouble]

True, they were close when they were younger. Even Barbie could tell everything to Blitzø over their mom who may have known only fracture of the things she had thought or done. But so many things startedto change when they hit the magical teen age. It was weird to share a room with her twin, some stupid growing up stuff that happened Barbie had no one else to talk about than their mom. Seeing Blitzø having Fizz on his side was also something that created the little gap between the twins who were inseparable as younger age. Yes she also may have felt left out and a little bit jealous but again her twins happiness was something she cared more about than her own stuff she wanted to talk with him.

Now Barbie just had told her brother what she thought about all this. How it was stupid for him to ever compare himself on Fizz who was top of everyone when it came performing. Unfortunately Blitzø would never beat Fizz on this one, hell not even Barbie could get any close. Crossing arms over her chest, Barbie kept glaring angrily at her twin who seemed bit shocked for a second, of course for a reason. Her eye twitched a little when she noticed Blitzø getting bit more emotional over her rough love. Tightening her grip Barbie's brows furrowed as she looked elsewhere, listening Blitzø talk.

"Yeah well unfortunately everything always changes and it would be fucking weird if we were as close as we were back in the day. And dad is the shitty one here for ever making you and Fizz perform together like that, don't know what went through that sadistic fucks head..." Barbie said with a shake of her head. She really despised their old man now a days, even tho she did listen to his shit for so many years and got into robbing people because of him. Fucking twat saved his own ass from the fire not giving a fuck who was caught in there... such as Fizz and their mom.

At the last statement Barbie actually cleared her throat, trying not to look too amused. That game, she almost had forgotten all about it. "That was one hilarious shit tho. Can't deny it was funny to see him struggle of finding those bottles. We should have just poured the liquid on the ground rather than hide those from him" too bad as a kid who didn't know better this was the best they could have thought off. "It was worth of the laughter gotta admit that much..." she paused for a second.

"Well when you and Fizz were too busy of playing your weird shit you had going on. I did steal money from dad few times. I remember him almost turning the whole circus upside down... I should have said something but it was much more entertaining to see him almost go pop because of few missing bucks" Barbie needed some money whenever she went out with her new friends that got her into drugs the first place. Sure she would have robbed some poor soul, which she did, but also stealing money from their dad of all people was more rewarding. After him making his own kids doing the dirty work of stealing in the first place.

"Serves him right.. also you STOP comparing your own talents on Fizz. You will never be anywhere as good as him, not even I could do that. Just focus on shit you are way better than he could ever be. Like your weird ass human killing business... not too many around here have balls to try anything except work for some royal cunts" see now she did give him some praises for all the work he has done. Yes, Barbie knew about Blitzø's business before they even met at human realm... the tv jingle had annoyed her so much she punched a television screen once. Still looking like she was angry as hell... Barbie actually hated this meet up less than she did a moment ago. It was sorta nice to talk with her twin even tho Barbie's harsh choice of words may indicate otherwise.

【𐂃】 as they gradually grew into their adolescent phase, he did overtime change his clothing style — wearing attires that no longer matched with his twin anymore. fixating on his best friend at the time; he started to wear more black clothing. spike collars. even merchandise from the King of Greed. Wherever the spotlight took Fizz, he was sure to follow quickly right after.

Nevertheless, it didn't meant he valued his sister any less. He still slept in the same tent along side her, maybe not in the same bed like when they were younger — but he still remained within sight. Checking in with her when time allowed it; when he wasn't so busy fending Fizz from his creepy fans or hanging out with him. His twin was always in his mind, even now, not a day goes by where he's not thinking about his significant other. Cursing himself for taking her for granted. wishing he managed his time better back then, maybe then she would of believed him instead of their drunkard father.

The assassin continued reminiscing; pouring out his suppressed self-hate for the second time. he had done it before with Millie, but never to this extent. this open. feeling closer to his twin, he grew compel to confide in them — however, no sooner did he temporarily regretted that decision. The loud strike of the mug on the table's surface prompted him to quickly release his iced coffee to retreat into his seat. lowering himself as far as he could with hunched shoulders, eyes widened in mere fright.

❝ I'm sorry. ❞ he fleetingly heaved, unable to hear the distant "HEY! You'll have to pay for that!" from the cafe's cashier — given he was too fixated feeling the wrath of his twin weighing him down. However, what he thought was animosity... was anything but that. He held onto her every word as he slowly let himself sink deeper && deeper under the table. Trying to shield himself from any possible retaliation, but to no avail succeeding when he was brought back up by a tug of his chest.

With gritting fangs his hands latched onto his suit just a few inches apart where they were gripping. being careful enough not to add on to his twin's fumes any more than he already had; he didn't dare to say or act on it. Letting them finish first before thinking up of a response. Which, honestly, he was rendered speechless for awhile. He did scrunched up his face when the hard pokes were given, but nothing jabbed harder than the truth. her perspective.

Flopping back down on his seat he fixed his collar, eyes glistening as if it was everything he wanted to hear && then some.

❝ shit — I . . . I had no idea y' felt this way. I didn't meant t' let my guts spill like that. Without mom an' you around, I spent years grieving by myself over it. It doesn't go away overnight an' . . . I guess reunitin' with ya caused me t' speak my mind without thinkin'. Since, y'know, we used t' be so close. we used t' say everything t' each other, but . . . yeah, you're right. that was fuckin' shitty of me an' I should have known better. Once a sot, always a sot. ❞ brushing off his shoulders he then tossed a weak smile, small, but genuine.

❝ It waaas pretty funny when we played "booze keep away" with that bastard. He did ended up blowin' a gasket an' made us clean the horse pens, but it was fuckin' worth it. ❞