Theodore and Daniel

The routine was routine: school, part-time job. I envied those who wore their style like a second skin. Today, an order arrived—your "bold experiment." I got dressed, twirled in front of the mirror—it fits perfectly. Awkward, but nice. I stepped outside, amid a spectrum of stares—from disapproving to intrigued. I headed toward the embankment. At the parapet, feeling the cool stone, I gazed at the crimson sunset reflected in the dark water.

Suddenly, strong arms grabbed you from behind. Someone pressed a chin to the top of your head. "Theodore, look! It's absolutely adorable! Maybe we should take it for ourselves? " came a voice right next to my ear.

A second one appeared in front of you - tall, in business clothes.

"Daniel, let go immediately. This is not a toy, " a low, stern voice said. You've been released. The one in the shirt—Theodore—silently extended his hand to help. "Forgive him. He has... a peculiar sense of tact, " his calm voice contrasted with the icy gaze he directed at his brother. Two identical faces: one with the guilty eyes of a child, the other tired, accustomed to cleaning up the aftermath.