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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Victor flashed a huge grin at the camera, spreading his arms to greet his non-existent audience. "Thank you so much for tuning in. The weather today is- oh, how shocking!" He gaped at the clouds above. "It's cold."
"You're ridiculous," Phoebe commented behind the camera, though she couldn't hold back a set of giggles. "Can I turn it off now? We've wasted enough battery."
"We've barely used it at all," Victor protested, jogging towards his sister.
"So?" Phoebe held the device out of reach when Victor tried to snatch it- which proved to be rather difficult, as her brother was at least one head taller than her. "What if we want to take pictures later and it doesn't have enough battery?"
"We'll survive," Victor replied. Before Phoebe could retort, his hand closed around the camera, and with a pull, it was out of Phoebe's grasp.
"Hey!" she complained. Her efforts in getting it back were fruitless: Victor was stubbornly holding it over his head, his grin widening as he watched his sister jump up and down ungracefully in an attempt to grab hold of it. Trying to lower his arm wouldn't work, either: hockey practice had made him much too strong for Phoebe's tastes, and it irritated her whenever he used that against her.
"And here, ladies and gentlemen," Victor turned the camera over so it faced them, giving it his best try on an Australian accent- which was pretty bad. "is the Phoebe, a species known for its tendency to buy 100 sticky notes a week and pester their innocent brothers for minor issues-"
"You call the half-eaten sandwich in our closet a minor issue?" Phoebe demanded. A large grin had appeared on her face.
"See what I have to deal with?" Victor told the camera in exasperation.
"Have I mentioned that you're ridiculous?" Phoebe placed her gloved hands in her pockets, having decided that retrieving the camera was currently impossible.
"Only a few dozen times," Victor paced after her as she began heading towards the marketplace. "Today."
"Oh, good," Phoebe grinned at him over her shoulder. "There's room for a few more." Her answer received a hastily-made snowball that hit the back of her head, causing her to let out a surprised yelp.

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Well, now that that's out of my head, let's move on.
Obviously, the short story doesn't have anything to do with the actual drawing- it's just something that came to my head after uploading the picture. I love writing the twins, so why not?
And... yeah, nothing more to say. I really wanted to draw them, and I needed to have their base colors somewhere (hidden in the xcf file, of course), so this happened. Enjoy, I suppose.

Description
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Victor flashed a huge grin at the camera, spreading his arms to greet his non-existent audience. "Thank you so much for tuning in. The weather today is- oh, how shocking!" He gaped at the clouds above. "It's cold."
"You're ridiculous," Phoebe commented behind the camera, though she couldn't hold back a set of giggles. "Can I turn it off now? We've wasted enough battery."
"We've barely used it at all," Victor protested, jogging towards his sister.
"So?" Phoebe held the device out of reach when Victor tried to snatch it- which proved to be rather difficult, as her brother was at least one head taller than her. "What if we want to take pictures later and it doesn't have enough battery?"
"We'll survive," Victor replied. Before Phoebe could retort, his hand closed around the camera, and with a pull, it was out of Phoebe's grasp.
"Hey!" she complained. Her efforts in getting it back were fruitless: Victor was stubbornly holding it over his head, his grin widening as he watched his sister jump up and down ungracefully in an attempt to grab hold of it. Trying to lower his arm wouldn't work, either: hockey practice had made him much too strong for Phoebe's tastes, and it irritated her whenever he used that against her.
"And here, ladies and gentlemen," Victor turned the camera over so it faced them, giving it his best try on an Australian accent- which was pretty bad. "is the Phoebe, a species known for its tendency to buy 100 sticky notes a week and pester their innocent brothers for minor issues-"
"You call the half-eaten sandwich in our closet a minor issue?" Phoebe demanded. A large grin had appeared on her face.
"See what I have to deal with?" Victor told the camera in exasperation.
"Have I mentioned that you're ridiculous?" Phoebe placed her gloved hands in her pockets, having decided that retrieving the camera was currently impossible.
"Only a few dozen times," Victor paced after her as she began heading towards the marketplace. "Today."
"Oh, good," Phoebe grinned at him over her shoulder. "There's room for a few more." Her answer received a hastily-made snowball that hit the back of her head, causing her to let out a surprised yelp.

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Well, now that that's out of my head, let's move on.
Obviously, the short story doesn't have anything to do with the actual drawing- it's just something that came to my head after uploading the picture. I love writing the twins, so why not?
And... yeah, nothing more to say. I really wanted to draw them, and I needed to have their base colors somewhere (hidden in the xcf file, of course), so this happened. Enjoy, I suppose.