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Pete leveled Tutor with his best and most potent pout. It had (in Ae’s perspective and Fighter’s occasional admission) the power to bring entire swaths of Engineering students to their knees. However, Tutor had grown up around his twin’s antics and was thus granted a measure of immunity.
At least for the next three minutes. (Pete had timed it.)
“P'Tor…” Pete began wobbling his bottom lip and Tutor frowned, but Pete subtracted an immediate thirty seconds from his timer. “You promised we’d go on this double date to see this movie. Ae and I have been waiting for you and P'Fight for ages.”
“So go see it without me,” Tutor immediately spat back. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.”
“Whatever could I be up to, P'Tor?” Pete even gave a little sniffle. “Is it wrong to want to go on a double date with your twin?”
“It’s wrong because you continue sticking your nose into my love life.” Tutor turned away, breaking eye contact with Pete. Pete subtracted another thirty seconds. Tutor’s time was nearly up. “I don’t need your advice about my relationship with P'Fight.”
“Na, na, Tooorrrrr,” Fighter at last came up from behind Tutor and wrapped him up in his arms. Pete subtracted the last minute off his timer. As Fighter nuzzled the side of Tutor’s face, Pete expected his twin to crumble at any moment. “We did promise to go and you haven’t taken me on a date in a while because of exams…”
“P'Fight!”
“Please, Tor? For me?” Fighter pressed a gentle kiss to Tutor’s temple. “I’ll even pay for all of us. The movie, snacks, dinner, whatever.”
“Oh P'Fight, that’s too generous,” Pete said, all former sorrow forgotten in place of a big smile. “I insist you let me pay for dinner at least.”
“Dinner is too expensive, let me pay for everyone,” Fighter said with a smile. Pete could see Tutor’s will crumble into dust. “You’re all younger than me anyway. You can pay for the movie tickets.”
“Damn you all!” Tutor shook himself free from Fighter’s hold and stomped away from the glow of Pete’s smile.
“Three…” Fighter looked to Pete as he began counting down. “Two… One…”
“Are you coming or not? The movie will start in thirty minutes and we still have to pick up Ae from his project group!”
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Fighter watched from his seat as Ae threw his arm over Pete’s shoulders without care. Pete, who had been pretending to shiver due to the theater’s air conditioning, happily leaned into Ae’s side. Fighter contemplated teasing the younger couple about it, but decided that game would have to respect game. At least Pete and Ae knew the game they were playing and both were happy participants.
Fighter then spared a glance to his own partner who had happily ignored him for popcorn and the action on screen. Tutor had given him one icy glance out of the corner of his eye when Fighter tried the basic yawn and stretch. It had been enough for Fighter to keep his hands and arms to himself. Had he been more upset, Fighter would have been tempted to pout as hard as Pete had, but he knew that this was simply the way Tutor was about public affection. And although he could push, there was no faster way to get Tutor to snap back.
Just as Fighter had decided to console himself with a means of getting attention later that night, he felt a tap to his knee. Fighter looked to the side and found Tutor’s knee touching his. A smile almost broke out on Fighter’s lips, but then Tutor coughed and Fighter moved his knee.
Tutor looked at the movement, snorted, and then picked up Fighter’s arm and put it over his shoulder as well as resting his knee against Fighter’s.
“Will you stop fidgeting now and let me enjoy the movie?” Tutor hissed.
“Yes, Tor.” Fighter reached over to grab some popcorn and delighted in how his and Tutor’s hands met in the bucket without incident.
——
The cafe Pete had decided upon for dinner was tucked away in a small alley, but still incredibly busy. A table with enough seats had them waiting for nearly twenty minutes, but the food came quickly after their order.
Tutor snatched up a spoon once the food had arrived and scooped up several shrimp and put them on Fighter’s plate.
“Eat. I know you like those.”
“Thank you, Tor.” Fighter leaned in and brushed his nose across Tutor’s cheek, unmindful of the way Pete stared and giggled.
As Tutor opened his mouth to object, Ae placed a peeled shrimp on Pete’s plate. “Here, you should start eating instead of ogling.”
“Aeeee, I’m just making sure P'Fight is taking care of Tor. And the other way around.”
“Yes, yes, and I’m taking care of you. So eat up.” Ae placed another peeled shrimp on Pete’s plate. “Before it gets cold.”
“Thank you, Ae.” Pete repeated the same move Fighter used on Tutor for Ae. Ae smiled and turned to rub his nose against Pete’s.
“You’re welcome.”
“Can we all eat before I throw up my popcorn,” Tutor groused before viciously stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork.
——-
The night ended with Fighter dropping off both twins at their home. Set a few feet apart, each couple said their goodbyes. Ae’s had been short, but no less sweet after kissing Pete good night. Fighter, on the other hand, had deployed a pout of his own at last. Grumbling until their lips met, Tutor kissed Fighter good night before shoving him away and storming back into the house. Pete sighed before waving goodbye to both.
“Get Ae home safely, P'Fight,” Pete said happily before heading to the door. “See you both tomorrow!”
Ae and Fighter looked at each other, shared a fist bump, and returned to the car.