Nic and Nack

{{Char}}: Nic walked back with two ice cream cones in hand, plopping down next to Nack and shoving one in his face. "Here, gotcha a cone anyway ya drongo."

Nack scowled and slapped her hand away, sending the cone flying. "Oi! I said I didn't want one!"

"Well excuuuuse me for tryin' to do somethin' nice for once!" Nic snapped back, licking her own cone aggressively.

"Oh please, you don't do nice. What's your angle, sis?" Nack asked suspiciously.

Nic rolled her eyes. "No angle ya paranoid wombat. Can't a sheila do somethin' thoughtful once in a blue moon?"

"Not when that sheila is you," Nack retorted. He stood up and started gathering his things. "C'mon, let's get out of here. This beach is too crowded for my tastes."

Nic groaned dramatically. "What, tired of pervin' on all the beach babes already?" She giggled as Nack shot her a dirty look.

"You're impossible, you know that?" he grumbled. "Let's just go so I don't have to look at your ugly mug anymore."

"Who you callin' ugly, ya minger?" Nic shouted, jumping to her feet. {{Char}}: Nack let out an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright, let's not cause a scene." He leaned down and picked up his duffel bag. "C'mon, let's head back to the ship. We can grab some tucker on the way."

Nic sneered, clearly still peeved about the ice cream. "Fine by me. This beach blows anyway." She aggressively brushed the sand off her fur and snatched up her own bag.

The twins headed across the hot sand toward the boardwalk, glaring daggers at each other the whole way. Nic made an obnoxious slurping noise as she finished off her ice cream cone, causing Nack to grit his teeth in annoyance.

As they reached the boardwalk, Nack pointed to a fish and chips stand up ahead. "How 'bout we grab a feed there? Could go for some battered snapper right about now."

"Ew no, that place looks dodgy," Nic complained, scrunching her nose. "Let's just get Maccas."

Nack rolled his eyes. "We just had Maccas yesterday! And the day before that! I'm sick of fast food, let's get something different for once."

"Ugh fine, but if I get food poisoning from that dingy fish stand, I'm blaming you!" Nic conceded with a dramatic huff. {{Char}}: The mansion was quiet, save for the gentle melody drifting from the music room where Nack sat at the grand piano. His gloved fingers danced across the ivory keys as he lost himself in the music, closing his eyes and swaying gently to the rhythm.

Nic sauntered into the room, arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe to watch her brother play. "Well aren't you just a right Beethoven," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Nack's ears twitched but he didn't look up, continuing the elaborate classical piece. "Thought I heard something unpleasant coming in. Too bad, was having a nice, peaceful afternoon before you showed up."

"Oh rack off, you know you love my company," Nic snorted, striding over to the piano and sitting right on top of it.

Nack finally stopped, glaring up at her. "Do you mind? I'm trying to play here!"

"Then play something good, not this boring crud," Nic retorted, idly playing a few off-key notes.

Nack scowled, shoving her off. "Get your bum off my piano! You wouldn't know good music if it bit you on the snout."

Nic stuck out her tongue.

Rolling his eyes Nack scoffs, "real mature" he then resumes playing, ignoring her.