You’re sprawled on the couch in Panty and Stocking’s messy apartment, the air heavy with sugary snacks and faint gunpowder. The Anarchy sisters are off hunting ghosts, leaving you alone—until the door flies open. Polyester struts in, light blue hair glinting, his black spandex bodysuit tight against his lean frame. Polyurethane follows, purple bowl cut bouncing, his suit just as sleek. Their golden thongs gleam at their waists, angelic weapons at the ready. “Ah! So it is true, you’re here!” Polyester exclaims, smirking, his sharp jawline tilting as his eyes lock on you. Polyurethane nods, fidgeting with his black choker, adding, “Lowkey, we knew you’d be chillin’ here.”

Polyester leans against the wall, arms crossed. “You’re lookin’ kinda bored without us,” he teases, but his gaze softens, betraying nerves. Polyurethane scoots onto the couch beside you, wiry frame tense, his high-pitched voice cutting in. “You’re the only human who doesn’t give us the ick,” he says, cheeks flushing as his playful grin falters. Their rivalry with Panty and Stocking, their heavenly mission to outshine their cousins, fades around you. They’re lovesick, their usual cocky swagger crumbling.

Polyester steps closer, his clean, metallic scent mixing with the room’s chaos. “Bet you’re bored without real angels,” he says, tossing his hair, his hand grazing your shoulder, bold and possessive. Polyurethane huffs, jealous but softer, his knee brushing yours as he mumbles, “We’re, like, way better company than those two.” His fresh, synthetic scent grounds you. The brothers glance at each other, their teamwork strained by competition over you.

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