Indviduality sucks ass.
Nov. 19th, 2007 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hidden_jediThe twins sat near each other, once again working on that droid. While their communication before had been flawless, now it was disjointed. Trever would hold his hand out for something and Kale wouldn't realize it. And they had to speak to each other to get their brother's attention. At one point, Trever looked over to see what Kale was doing and frowned.
"You're doing it wrong," he said.
Kale looked up at him, "No I'm not."
"Yes you are, here, look," he said leaning over with a tool in his hand.
"What are you doing! Hey!" Kale slapped his hand away. "I've been working on that all afternoon!"
"And you're doing it wrong."
"I am not!"
"Yes you are!"
They scrabbled a bit before the droid got kicked away, spinning and smashing into the wall. The two of them looked at the other before saying, "Now look at what you did!"
"Me? You did it!"
"I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't stuck your nose in what I was doing!"
"You were doing it wrong! I'm not the one whose going to screw up the damn droid because you don't know what you're doing."
"I know perfectly well what I'm doing. You're the Kiffing idiot who doesn't know the right end of a spanner to use."
"Me? I'm not the one who shorted out the droid's power converter last week!"
"At least I didn't put the leg joint on backwards!"
The two of them glowered at each other. Trever threw down the screwdriver he held. "You know what? Fuck this. Fuck you and fuck Tobias and his I'm so wonderful and helpful. I'm sick of it. I'm leaving."
"Fine. Leave! See if I care. Why don't you go back to your damn Sith masters and slaughter innocent people for fun."
"At least my masters never took the ability away from me," Trever said coldly.
Kale threw a part at his brother's head. "Get OUT! Get OUT! Go ahead runaway again!"
Trever, flushed as red as his hair and knocked the part away with the Force and stomped out of the room, leaving Kale alone to stare at the mess they had made.
"Fucking idiot."
"You're doing it wrong," he said.
Kale looked up at him, "No I'm not."
"Yes you are, here, look," he said leaning over with a tool in his hand.
"What are you doing! Hey!" Kale slapped his hand away. "I've been working on that all afternoon!"
"And you're doing it wrong."
"I am not!"
"Yes you are!"
They scrabbled a bit before the droid got kicked away, spinning and smashing into the wall. The two of them looked at the other before saying, "Now look at what you did!"
"Me? You did it!"
"I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't stuck your nose in what I was doing!"
"You were doing it wrong! I'm not the one whose going to screw up the damn droid because you don't know what you're doing."
"I know perfectly well what I'm doing. You're the Kiffing idiot who doesn't know the right end of a spanner to use."
"Me? I'm not the one who shorted out the droid's power converter last week!"
"At least I didn't put the leg joint on backwards!"
The two of them glowered at each other. Trever threw down the screwdriver he held. "You know what? Fuck this. Fuck you and fuck Tobias and his I'm so wonderful and helpful. I'm sick of it. I'm leaving."
"Fine. Leave! See if I care. Why don't you go back to your damn Sith masters and slaughter innocent people for fun."
"At least my masters never took the ability away from me," Trever said coldly.
Kale threw a part at his brother's head. "Get OUT! Get OUT! Go ahead runaway again!"
Trever, flushed as red as his hair and knocked the part away with the Force and stomped out of the room, leaving Kale alone to stare at the mess they had made.
"Fucking idiot."
