wait, was I supposed to wear briefs? (TWDS, Novem)

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

Okay. They were totally doing it this time. They were totally getting a gecko. Named Wednesday. No questions asked. He was gonna be Wednesday, and he was gonna be an amazing little wall-climbing, flying, talking, bloodthirsty, badass gecko and it was gonna be awesome.

Tuesday didn't even know what a geckko was. But whatever it was, it had to be pretty badass, right? Like, the name sounded badass, and the dude on the Geico commercials was like, super duper epically badass, and they could get a gecko with an awesome badass accent like the Geico Gecko, that would just be super epic. The thought entering his head added a spring to his step, and Tuesday sped up, his feet bouncing off the tiles of the mall. The pet store was just around another corner, he knew, and Wednesday the Epic Gecko was only a few break-ins away. Oh damn.

Of course, the one slightly less badass aspect of this adventure was that Thursday was "sick". Poor kid. Of course, he probably wasn't sick. Tuesday usually knew when his brother was sick because he could feel the nausea radiating off of himself in waves. You know, like the giant surfing kind, not the wimply little lake ripple thingamajigers. Yeah.

Anyways, he wasn't quite sure of the exact motivations behind his brother's decline of the pet store offer, but he kind of hoped it was something to do with a girl. He knew Thursday had more trouble with girls than he did, although it was the kind of thing he didn't worry about too too much, since girls had never really been a part of their pranking business. Still, he'd rest easier if he knew that his brother was at least taking up the initiative to chose making out with some girl (that wasn't the one he, Tuesday, had his eye on) over breaking into a pet store. Okay, he had to admit, that was kind of out of character, even for him. Wait, what? This was so confusing. How could...whatever. Pet store.

Tuesday snuck a look at November as they plodded towards the PetCo in the far right-hand corner of the mall. She was mad hot, he thought to himself, and mentally slapped himself for thinking it. No. This was a serious task, not a Nicholas Sparks love movie thing. Oh God, those things were so disgusting. Like, seriously. He and Thursday had watched the one with Hannah Montana in it just to laugh at how stupid and ugly the dude was .But yeah. This wasn't one of those. This was a mission.

They reached the pet store and Tuesday almost reached out to touch his compatriot's shoulder, as he always would, before remembering that today's accomplice was not, in fact, his other half, but a girl, who would probably find an arbitrary touch to the shoulder a little bit more than creepy and/or pedophilish. Wait, was he a pedophile if she was his age? No, then he'd just be a rapist. Creepy and/or rapist-y. Rapey? Nah, rapist-y was more badass.

He said her name instead. "November! Okay, here we are. Let's go over the plan again. You faint on the floor, I snatch the gecko while the dude's got his back turned, we split. Any questions?"

[NOVEMBER STARR]

slow it down, make it stop
or else my heart is going to pop
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November still couldn't quite believe they were doing this. She already knew a few things about this gecko, like how it would be staying in her dorm and she was in charge of feeding it. There was no point in arguing this point, the boys would probably kill it otherwise and then they'd just make her take care of the second one.

So maybe she wasn't quite so stoked to go out and buy a reptile, but she figured she might as well make the best of it. However, this was made difficult by the point that her roommate was "sick" and "stuck in bed." She honestly didn't believe it, and even caught raised eyebrows from the second twin, further convincing her of the falseness. She had no idea why he'd miss out on buying Wednesday, but as long as he didn't kill himself doing something stupid then everything would work out okay... Probably.

Still, November couldn't help but glance at her shopping companion. She had to admit that she felt something about this twin which had never been in the presence of her roommate. Perhaps that was why she preferred seeing them together. Together they were each other, one was the other, they were the same. When she was alone with Thursday, however, nothing changed. When Tuesday as there he was just a second Thursday, or so she tried and usually succeeded to convince herself. But when she was with Tuesday, he was himself, individual, and a certain individual who happened to tie her stomach up in knots with that almost permanent smirk.

This was starting to scare her.

Sure, she'd never actually considered any relationships before. She'd been asked out a few times and usually turned the boys down, but she'd had boyfriends and been kissed. However, none of this ever meant anything to her. Tuesday was different, he wasn't just another boy, and he wasn't Thursday. She gulped internally as the feelings she usually suppressed began to bubble up in her throat as they always did. How annoying.

Allowing herself another glance, she caught him in the process of glancing at her, and her head automatically swiveled forward with an awkward quickness. Her neck hurt now, but she dare not turn back to him until it was safe. She rubbed the back of said body part with her hand, glancing around and nonchalantly observing that her companion had looked away once again. Safe.

Oh no! He was talking now! Pay attention, idiot.

"November! Okay, here we are. Let's go over the plan again. You faint on the floor, I snatch the gecko while the dude's got his back turned, we split. Any questions?"

November rolled her eyes elaborately before responding. "Tuesday! All clear, Captain!" she said with a mock salute. Smirking, she pulled him into the store. Smiling to the man at the counter, she headed to the reptile section of the rather large store. "Any clue why they're keeping the predator next to the prey?" she asked rhetorically with a raised eyebrow at the rabbit pen.

She led him to one of the first cages, filled with leopard geckos. The top was conveniently opened up, and she peered inside with a smile. "This," November said, with a flourish of a gesture to them, "is our target."

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word count • I never count, you know this.
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

Okay, so he'd totally, utterly lied.

Thursday wasn't sick. He knew it, and he knew that Tuesday knew it, and he knew that since his roomie was smart, she would figure it out, and then they would all know it. Given, the elder twin did have an unsavory feeling in his stomach, but it wasn't the flu -- it also wasn't the cafeteria food, though that would have been a good excuse.

So, why had he stayed behind?

He'd been trying to figure it out for himself, as he lay there in bed with the covers over his head, feeling unpleasantly alone. This could have been one of the coolest things he'd ever done. He'd never stolen a gecko, after all, and never such an epic gecko as Wednesday would undoubtedly prove himself to be, with his obvious badassery that would rub off on him from his amazing owners. No, it wasn't that he didn't want to go steal the gecko. . . because he did.

He had wanted to be a part of it. But he'd stopped himself.

It had taken him about ten minutes to figure out he was jealous.

But it wasn't that he was jealous of Tuesday for hanging out with his roomie. No. November and him. . . just no. He didn't feel that way about her, nohow; she was just a roomie, and he was just a roomie, and they made epic roomies, and yeah, she was pretty. That had nothing to do with why he was upset, not really. Well, kind of.

He just. . .

He felt like he and his brother were being pulled apart, separated, and with that feeling came the sensation that someone was trying to rend his right arm from his body. Except in his chest. Like, around his heart. So maybe it was more like someone was trying to rend his heart from his chest? No, no no no, it wasn't like that, that sounded all romantic and cliché and shit.

You know what? Enough with the rending. It just hurt like a bitch, and it made him want to curl up and die.

. . . well, that was a bit extreme. But something like that. Yeah.

Anyway, November wasn't helping. Thursday was still enough in tune with his brother's emotions to know Tuesday totally "fancied" her, as the Brits would say. (That was such a weird choice of words, how the hell can you "fancy" someone? It made him think of, like, pinning lace and frilly things and pretty gems onto someone. Making them look fancy. Ugh. So weird.) And he didn't know if he was comfortable with that, because it meant that now, Tuesday might care about someone else more than he cared about Thursday.

And Thursday didn't LIKE playing second fiddle.

So this was an experiment, an experiment to test his theory. Yeah. He was like, an awesome scientist, on the edge of a groundbreaking discovery for the advancement of humankind, he was totally--

Oh, who was he kidding. He was a depressed teenage boy stalking his twin brother and his roommate to a pet store. Whatever.

He kicked a pebble off the sidewalk and hesitated outside of PetCo's automatic glass doors.

[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

Spread the word around
The boys are back in town

Alrighty. To business. Tuesday rubbed his hands together, grinning as the friction shot up his forearms. This was badass, this was so badass. This was so badass that actual bad donkeys would be jealous of its badassery. This was going to be so great. He was getting a freaking gecko. Hello.

And his brother wasn’t here, but that was okay. That was totally okay. Tuesday was his own person. He could survive in the wild without his brother. He could thrive. Sure, they kind of looked a little bit alike. Well, okay, exactly alike. Like, to the point where if he took both of their pictures, Tuesday still had a hard time distinguishing himself from his other half. But still. You know.

And there he was, using that weird phrase thing again. “Other half.” What did that even mean? Like, he’d kind of always just used it, and Thursday used it too, so it was always just this universal thing. Like…like cars, or McDonalds food, or Barbies. Well, for little girls. And little gay boys. Or maybe not all girls. Or little gay boys. Wait, did little gay boys know if they were gay? But yeah. Just something everyone used. It made sense. Like, the sky was blue. The world was round. The grass was green, except in the winter, or in weird places where the grass wasn’t green. Thursday was his other half. He was Thursday’s other half. There didn’t need to be a question. They thrived off of each other. But that was just a saying. It was their little thing that they had, something nobody else could ever really take away from them. But had never actually really meant anything…

But now there was this whole thing about “being sick”. But Tuesday would be okay. He’d say hi to his brother when they got back, and he’d have a gecko, and everything would be perfect and splendiferous like it always had been. He didn’t need Thursday to live. Tuesday was a whole person. He could do this.

And anyways, geckos were badass.

He nodded down at the cage of geckos. Hell, they were actually as badass as he’d pictured them. Seriously. Like, they were so amazing. “Alright.” He nodded, straightening his bandana. Business as usual. “Wanna, like, get one, then?”

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Ha. That sounded sexual. Tuesday giggled, before remembering his brother’s MIA status. Right.

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tag;; Thurz and Novz
status;; Complete
notes;; Sorry for the agonizing wait!
lyrics;; The Boys are Back in Town-Thin Lizzy
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[THURSDAY DAVENPORT]

He almost wished he was sick.

Standing there outside the doors of PetCo, staring inside and yet not moving close enough to activate the automatic doors, Thursday started to wonder if he should just go home.

After all, he didn't have any right to intrude on this time his brother had with Roomie--er, November. It wasn't his business. If Tuesday wanted his own life, then he shouldn't, like, get involved. . . or anything. It was like, like. . . w-well, if that was what he wanted, then he couldn't be the annoying ex-girlfriend who hung around all the time. . .

Wait, that was a totally bad comparison. Totally bad. Ew. Ew ew ew. Ew.

But, like, same concept. Maybe more like ex-best friend. Yeah. . . yeah.

Wait. . . did that mean Tuesday. . . ?

W-wait a second, wait a second, he didn't want to think about that! He didn't want to think about Tuesday totally abandoning him to hang out with someone else! He. . . that wasn't going to happen. He was exaggerating. Y-yeah. Totally.

Biting his lip, he stepped through the pet store doors. He had to. . . find them. See what they were doing. Just out of a professional curiosity or something. Tuesday wouldn't abandon him. Tuesday wouldn't do that. He was probably totally bored without him around. Yeah.

Taking a deep breath, he began to look around.

[NOVEMBER STARR]

slow it down, make it stop
or else my heart is going to pop
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Nov raised an eyebrow, watching the younger twin as he became lost in his thoughts just looking at the geckos. As Tuesday's thoughts seemed focused on the geckos, her thoughts focused briefly on him. There really wasn't a very strong chance at all that he had ever thought of her romantically.

Embarrassed and rightfully discouraged by this thought, she let her eyes wander past him and the geckos he was so captivated by to study other creatures cooped up and ready for sale. A tarantula first captured her eye, though it skittered under a fake hollow log when it realized it had been spotted, and a scorpion resided in the cage right below already poised to strike as if saying to potential owners: "Buy me - if you dare!" A chuckle at this escaped her as she moved to a rather large snake slithering up the side of it's container and trying in vain to find a whole large enough to allow him to escape. Next down the row were two snakes resting in a false tree and a frog sitting in the same water it presumably drank. With a grimace, she moved on and had just found a rather expertly camouflaged snake when Tuesday spoke.

"Wanna, like, get one, then?"

November raised an eyebrow at his choice of words, but smiled all the same. "Yep," she answered simply before winking at her comrade to let him know that their heist had begun.

Walking along the rest of the cages, she stopped at a large iguana and feigned a dizzy spell, grabbing the cage for apparent support. She smiled politely and assured an old woman who had stopped to ask if she was all right that sometimes she got dizzy spells, her smile growing ever so slightly at the store clerk who had taken notice of this and was now watching her with an expression of concern.

Had she spared just a little more focus on her surroundings, she would've noticed that the rabbit's water supply was leaking rapidly onto the floor. However, she did not, and what happened next would turn out to be both fortunate and unfortunate. Her foot hit water for a brief second, and then it was in the air. Her head went from stationary on her shoulders to slamming into the rabbit cage hard, finally to having blood joining to leaking water, this leaking from her head and staining the floor on which it now lay. 'Well, fuck.'

status • complete
word count • I never count, you know this.
lyrics • the show by lenka
credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution
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[TUESDAY DAVENPORT]

Spread the word around
The boys are back in town

Tuesday rolled up his metaphorical sleeves, whistling a nonchalant tune as he sidled his way towards the gecko cages. Subtlety. Subtlety was key.

But man, did subtlety suck donkey piehole. Tuesday and Thursday, by tradition, did not do subtle. Tuesday and Thursday did vibrant, ostentatious graffiti, big, loud, exploding armchairs, and the like. Sneaking into places was for like, for detectives, pedophiles, and Scooby Doo characters. And Tuesday and Thursday were definitely not any of those things, especially not Scooby Doo characters, even though Thursday did sometimes do his hair like that one really crazy guy with the magnifying glass thing who totally always looked like he was about to jump out of the TV and rape the heck out of them. But yeah. Tuesday and Thursday didn’t do that kind of thing. Nope.

He bit his tongue, swallowing the urge to scream some absolutely brilliant, rhyming phrase about Geckoes and their wondrous contributions to the mapping of the human phenotype or whatever he’d just been reading that really confusing article in Time Magazine about. He flipped incongruously through a rack of rabbit food and eyed the gecko cage. He could do this. He could do this.

3 Mississippi…2 Mississippi…1 Mississippi…

Tuesday darted forward thrust his hand into the cage, groping around for the slightest sign of movement. His fingers wrapped around a tiny, wriggling organism. In the blink of an eye, Tuesday’s arm snaked back through the bars, depositing the new Wednesday into what he realized was the only viable storage place on his person.

Down his pants.

Oh. Oooohohoooooo….shit. Nah, this wasn’t that bad. Okay. Okay that tickled. Okay,that really tickled. Ow! Okay, shit. Um. This was awkward. Okay, all he needed to do was-ouch! Ow! Donkey body parts! Llama toenails!

“Hey!”

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She was lying on the ground. Looking a bit less lively than was standard for normal humans, in Tuesday’s experience. Um. Okay. This was even more awkward. “Uh, hey.” He bent down and shook her shoulder awkwardly, grimacing at the scuttling sensation around his privates. “November, you alright?”

So. How’s that subtlety thing working out for ya, Tues?



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words;; 365
tag;; Thurz and Novz
status;; Complete
notes;; Sorry for the agonizing wait!
lyrics;; The Boys are Back in Town-Thin Lizzy
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0[/center]