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Wavi
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Old 05-15-2012, 03:20 PM

The familiar scent of smoke hit Akan's nose all too soon. Eyes flying open and body springing up from the bed, the male in the green frog pajamas zipped toward the kitchen. Before he poked his nose into the kitchen, Akan slicked back his hair and removed the wrinkles from his shirt. Cool and calm that's all that was running through his mind. It was always a show with him.

Sauntering in as if he were the coolest thing on the planet, his arms went to his face, tugging at the flesh below his eyes as he stared at the truly horrific scene. "YOU IDIOT! YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!" Arms flailing, the green haired man leaped over the tiled floor toward the stove that was now spewing great black clouds of smoke. Just as he reached the oven, flames shot up toward the ceiling, which sent Akan recoiling backward into his brother.

While tangled in the other man's jumbled up limbs, Akan's eyes ran over to the fire extinguisher. He needed to thwart those licking orange flames or forever suffer the pains of burnt tasting air.

In an almost graceful slide, his butt collided with the wall the extinguisher was mounted on. Prying himself from the floor, he donned his hands with the brilliant red device. A whipped cream like substance was soon splashing the fire out, coating the stove in what looked like a layer of hot frosty.

Fire dead and breakfast ruined, the green eyes of the older twin flicked toward the sheepish gaze of the one that ruined the morning.

"You…" his brows caused a large crease to form on his forehead. Finger pointing and lips turning down in a ghastly frown, his voice began to hint at his inner rage. "You! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" Within seconds, he was pounding the male in the gut, snorting at it all. "HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU… STAY. AWAY. FROM. THE. KITCHEN!"

Brow twitching, he relinquished his grip on the sad faced male. "Gah! I'll just make us… bagels." Bagels. Not what he wanted, but it was the only thing aside from cereal that didn't require the stove. There was oatmeal, too. But he didn't trust Brent to operate the piece of machinery. Knowing Akan's luck, Brent would probably blow it up. Fork or something would be left in there. Just thinking of it caused Akan to groan. Grabbing his head, he could already sense a headache coming on. It was going to be a long day…..