[They both freeze with a yelp, then, after schooling their faces from gritted teeth and wide-eyed surprise, surely, they both turn to give him equally forced, wide-eyed stares that were probably supposed to come off as innocent and instead came across more like twin Deerling caught in headlights.
In matching robotic monotone, simultaneously:] Gym promotion. Pansear-panpan sear pansear.
[Unfortunately, the length of those excuses DEFINITELY don't match... hmm. Both are now sweating profusely, unblinking.]
[Been sick and grumpy for hours, but these replies are so cute, they made me melt. ;3;]
In matching robotic monotone, simultaneously:] Gym promotion. Pansear-panpan sear pansear.
[Unfortunately, the length of those excuses DEFINITELY don't match... hmm.
Both are now sweating profusely, unblinking.]