Double Trouble Twins (Open)

His twin, he couldn't believe he was sleeping on a ratty cot. He itched the whole time he slept on his own cot. He had enough sleep, and he felt like he had gotten bitten. How could his twin sleep in a strange place? He didn't know. He thought about waking him up. He was about to walk when he heard the ape that bought them here, enter and he stared at the ape.

He was considering his options. There wasn't much he could do, not without his twin anyway. He didn't recall any special abilities. Only that he was a twin. He shrugged. He never used them if he had them.

Peter shook his head at his twin's sleeping shirt. Well, he wasn't really wanting to sleep on something so 'disturbing'. He found himself sleeping on the floor. It was better than the itchy cot. Peter would rather have his twin awake, during all this. He was starting to think his twin was being stubborn...so he did something foolish and smirked. He knew exactly what to do. He took a feather or something and tickled his nose.

Peter was ignoring Vallin for the most part of trying to wake up his brother. Wait? Dominate? He did not understand. Why would they dominate each other? They were just two identical twins. And this cage was cramped because they couldn't get out. And it was a cool cage. He rolled his eyes and then decided he must have not really known much about being a dominate. They did everything as a team. Peter was the first to say, "Ah. Go away. I'm trying to wake up my brother."

His brother couldn't seem to get him to wake up. Well, he grabbed some pail? Water? And dripped some on his face. Snickering lowly under his breath. He was just doing it to annoy him more. He became aware that the ape was gone and he whispered into his ear, believing maybe he would wake up. "It's gone!" Maybe he was faking sleep. "We can try to escape."

Peter didn't know if they were being watched or not.

No, poor Peter actually was exhausted and now being harassed. He never faked it, just failed from remaining asleep. He sways his hand over to his pesky brother. "Jeez, seriously..." he grumbles, elevating himself from the uncomfortable cot.

Vallin was actually nearby, just quietly observing. Pondering, how would these fair with other humans. He had revealed himself quite yet. They were intriguing. Twins were rarer than eye colours.

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Peter didn't seem to be effected by his brother's smack. "Hardy har har."

Then he looked at the bars. They were metal and hard. Well, one of those had to have a weak point or spot in the ground. "I happen to believe there's a weak spot somewhere between the ground and the metal bar. Just have to look. Besides, there's no ape here guarding us. Simple and easy to escape. There's always a way out of the cage. Always." He believed they had a chance. "Besides, would you rather sleep another night on a itchy straw bed?"