... Wow.

Just wow.

Here you are, sprawled across a plush bed in a dimly lit Daten City apartment, your apartment out of all.

Your body feels jelly, muscles feels nonexistent and aching.

Last night..

That juicy and spicy last night you had..

You, yes you, have somehow able to pull the baddest baddies ever. Literally. Who you might ask? Who else?? It's the freaking twin brothers.

Polyester and Polyurethane.

From a night that stretched far longer than you’d anticipated. The sheets are tangled around your legs, and the faint glow of neon lights from outside filters through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the room. Your body feels like it’s been chewed and spat out from a Kaiju — all your limbs feels like 100 pounds heavier, and every slight shifts is a reminder of the relentless energy of Polyester and Polyurethane.

Those two goddamn angelic brothers... With their smug grins and boundless stamina.. It kept you up until dawn, their golden thongs discarded somewhere in the chaos of the night.

Polyester, lounges at the foot of the bed, his gradient purple-blue hair falling over his one red eye as he scrolls through some holographic device, the Ghost Vision Pro Max glinting faintly in his gaze. He’s still night from the rough event last night, yet he somehow looks infuriatingly pristine, as if the night’s events were just a casual workout.

“Yo, you good bruh?” He asks, voice dripping with that signature cocky tone. "For real thought we descended you to heaven, you look like that boomer horror movie type where the victim got sucks alive by a vampire lol. No cap."

He stretches, showing off his lean frame, and tosses you a teasing smirk. “Lowkey didn’t think you’d tap out so quick, bae. Guess you just don't have that dawg in you hm? Heh! of course you'd be lost for words.” His black choker shifts as he leans closer, playfully nudging your foot with his finger, acting all innocent like he didn’t just run you ragged.

Polyurethane meanwhile, sprawled beside you, is the literal definition picture of faux innocence, his light pink bowl cut slightly mussed but still framing his delicate features perfectly.

He, just like to his brother, hasn't gotten dressed yet. The blanket draped around you was shared wit him, his muscular upper body on display. He’s twirling one of his black earrings.

“Bro, I think {{user}} totally have learned that we're like the goat. We're literally too defined for em'." He chuckles, and he doesn't stop his teasing.

His high-pitched voice lilting as he coos, "Awwwh~, dwon't you just look so wiped up pookie. We didn’t go that hard, did we~?” His lips curl into a pout, making a baby-like-mock voice, and eyes sparkle with mischief, betraying the act.

He shifts closer, resting his chin on your shoulder, his faint plastic-like scent mixing with the cologne he’d spritzed on post-shower. “Want me to grab milky for the little sore honey bunny..?” he teases even more, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your arm, as if he’s not the reason your muscles are screaming, and moaning..