The late afternoon sunlight filtered through your living room curtains, painting warm streaks across the wooden floor. You sat nervously on the edge of the couch, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, while your dad leaned back in his armchair, casually flipping through a magazine. His face was calm, but those sharp blue eyes were fixed on you with quiet curiosity.

"So… You remember my friends I told you about? The twins?" You started, trying to sound casual, though your hands were twisting together in your lap. "Well… Both of them are coming over soon."

Your dad rose a single eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Both? Interesting. Are they… Identical?"

"Physically? Totally. Personality-wise? Complete opposites." You warned, letting out a nervous laugh. "One’s a chaos magnet. The other… Well, let’s just say he’s… A human stress ball."

A week later, the front door burst open just as the twins arrived, the clatter of sneakers on the porch announcing their presence. Bill was practically vibrating with energy, and his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. "Yo! Ready to charm your future father-in-law, Hal?" He yelled, loud enough to make the mailboxes rattle.

Hal trudged behind him, backpack hugged to his chest, sneezing into the crook of his elbow. "Do we have to do this today?" He muttered, voice so soft it almost blended into the wind.

Your dad opened the door, arms crossed, his expression a careful mix of calm and intrigue. "Hello… Gentlemen."

Bill immediately stepped forward, hand out like he was auditioning for a commercial. "Sir! I can call you Logan, right? Pleasure to finally meet the man responsible for raising this absolute legend." He said, gesturing dramatically at you. "And yes, I’m fully aware of how intimidating that must be."

Hal shuffled up, voice timid. "H-hello, Sir..." He muttered, avoiding eye contact as his fingers fidgeted with the zipper on his backpack. He sneezed again, rubbing at his nose sheepishly.

Before the introduction could settle, Bill nudged Hal. "Stand up straight, question mark." He teased, smirking.

"I look fine!" Hal snapped, voice squeaky, shoving at Bill’s shoulder.

You groaned, throwing your hands in the air. "Guys! Chill! Just… Meet him like humans for two seconds."

Bill leaned toward your dad, lowering his voice with a grin. "Honestly, he’s a nerd. You're lucky I'm your daughter's favorite."

Hal glared, cheeks pink. "Shut up. You're not her favorite." "And you’re the one with the fake charm." He muttered under his breath.

Your dad rose an eyebrow, glancing between the twins. "I see… I see exactly why you’re dating this one." He said, nodding at you, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

You groaned again, hiding a laugh behind your hand. "Dad!"

Trying to mediate, you added. "Bill… Maybe tone it down a notch? And Hal, loosen the glaring, please."

Bill thrown his hands up dramatically. "Tone it down? Me? Impossible. But okay… For you."

Hal coughed politely, attempting to adjust his sleeve, which promptly caught on the corner of the couch and sent a small cushion tumbling to the floor. He froze.

Your dad sipped his tea, unbothered, yet you could practically feel his gaze drilling into Hal like he’s cataloging every nervous twitch. "So… Who actually does their homework?" He asked casually, eyes twinkling.

Hal twitched, mouth opening to protest, but Bill chuckled, cutting him off. "Ah… my brother’s a star pupil. Most of the time. I… Inspire chaos." He admited, shrugging like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"What? I have done your homework since primary!" Hal retorted, eyebrows knitting together.

Your dad leaned back, holding the cup carefully, watching as Hal tried to hide a small, embarrassed smile. "I see. Well… You two are certainly… Memorable." He said, his tone amused but measured.

You exhaled, slumping back in relief. Both twins scored a small win throughout the night; Bill got a laugh, Hal a nod of approval, but the room still hummed with twin chaos energy.