Chapter 7: preparations

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— time skip: 3 years later —

A letter had arrived to the castle. It was an invitation to the Kite (like the bird) kingdom for the 16th birthday of twin princes, Roman and Remus, which was happening in a week.

"Do I have to go? Like that's gonna be too many people–" Techno started before he got interrupted by his brother.

"Of course you do! It's a special event, plus maybe you'll meet someone? Or the one ?" Wilbur was obviously a hopeless romantic. He was always set on the idea of true love or finding your soulmate and all that lovey dovey shit.

"I'll pass. Romance is stupid, and so are you." Techno hated most social events. People were just too much at times.

"What are you two talkin' about?" Virgil and Tommy said in unison. It was like they shared a mind. They had the same style of clothing, the same personality around people they like, they were the same height. They were like twins. Except they weren't. Virgil was three years older than Tommy.

"We were just talking about the upcoming ball in the Kite kingdom- it's for the twin princes' 16th birthday." Techno stated, already bored of this topic.

"Ooh- wait, what, where, and who?" The twin-like boys asked in perfect unison, it was almost scary. It was like playing two of the same videos at the same exact time. Techno sighed and Wilbur excitedly explained the what, where, and who of the ball. Tommy was ecstatic, Virgil not so much.

Wilbur and Tommy insisted on the others going, and picking out their outfits. Eventually, Virgil and Techno agreed and let the two pick the family's outfits.

– meanwhile with Roman and Remus –

"Fuck! What do I wear?" The more deranged twin spoke with his Beetlejuice looking ass, somewhat frantic.

"First of all, language. Second of all, wear what you would normally wear, or get your advisor to pick." The other twin seemed adamant for this conversation to end.

"Fine! But don't come crying to me when you've been rejected. Homie-hopping ass bitch." retorted the kite of green.

The red one gasped due to pure shock and horror, "You wouldn't dare bitch!"

The other twin gave a sly smirk "Oh but I would dear brother of mine. So have fun being single for years. Ta-ta!" The green prince skipped away laughing.

"That fucking green Beetlejuice looking ass bitch." He muttered, before looking for an outfit to wear.

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