<i>Oh fucking God.</i><br/><br/>Joshua's eyes widened over the sight before him, making sure he did not just curse out loud. A hard thing to accomplish, when all his jaw wanted to do was go slack and drop to the ground like a cheesy cartoon character. With how wide his eyes popped, the crystalline blues were ever evident in their shimmering pale depths, going back and forth between the two. Most found his colour piercing and uncomfortable, to the point people were sent into a state of awkward fidgeting while he bored his gaze into their skull. It sure worked well in meetings when negotiating prices and book run numbers, as most of the time he won. Being intimidating without needed to use his nice muscles was part of his success.<br/><br/>Yet in this moment, putting on such a front didn't even come to mind. Most likely the twins wouldn't even be affected by it, being the son's of a record label producer. If anything they were trained to spot such a tactic and how to twist it in their favour. He may not know his new neighbours at all, but their dark calculating eyes weren't to be fooled. They weren't easily tricked, those that wanted to be discreet weren't. Finally he blinked once to temper his nerves, and this time he was able to take them in clearly.<br/>Both wore matching clothes. Great care was taken so that not one hair was out of place to give away either identity, most likely an art they've honed to perfection. Joshua couldn't help but admire such dedication.<br/><br/>The familiar smell of pizza reached his nose, and he couldn't stop the grumble from rumbling loudly in their presence. Silently admitting defeat, remembering he hadn't eaten since before their first encounter, he nodded his head gently and stepped to the side. He held the door wider so there was plenty of room for them to enter without brushing up against him.<br/>"Thank you very much. You're the first to stop by since I moved in."<i>Thank god. I hate nosy neighbours</i>. Playing it cool (like those sparkling "innocent" smiles weren't twisting his guts this way and that), he wordlessly lead them through the foyer and stairs until they reached his kitchen.<br/>"I guess I need to thank you a second time, since I didn't order anything for dinner. Does that make me a bad host for banking on you keeping your promise of pizza?" he dared a small upturned smirk in their direction, trying to be even more subtler than he was this afternoon. At least there were no hoses nearby to 'accidentally' get them soaked. He didn't need the memory of the night before or of the car wash to replay in his head when the two drool worthy boys were present. Not boys, no- men. At least they were college age, he didn't want to get arrested for a felony.<i> And why would that even happen? You're not going to do anything. They're being nice neighbours, get those perversions out of your head. Be nice.</i><br/>"Do we require plates? I have to say, another mark against me as a host is that I haven't unpacked all my dishes yet. But I thought ahead about paper towels." he offered hopefully, unsure how stingy they were on manners. His wife- ex wife- had always insisted on even the littlest of etiquette, even when eating take out the rare times they partook in the practice. Without missing a beat, he tugged off enough of the tissues so it was double layered for each to catch the pizza grease without soaking through to the table. He waited for the two of them to sit first, he himself leaning back on the island with his palms resting on the counter's edge.<br/><br/>"Where are you manners? I know I met Brandon this afternoon, but he mentioned that he had a twin named Benjamin. Let me introduce myself; I'm Joshua McGillian. Pleasure to meet you, I hope?" he held out a hand in their direction, right down the middle; not even daring to guess which one was Benjamin. He hoped they took pity on him and didn't make him play the guessing game, as he would surely lose this early on. "Brandon mentioned that you're very much into tools. I can't say I've unpacked my garage yet, but I'd be happy to show you the nice collection I've gotten together when I'm unpacked. Excuse the state of the house...I was working on the work out room in the basement first. Gotta get this pent up energy out somehow, am I right? Do you enjoy playing sports?"<br/><br/><i>Maybe they like to play a little bit of wrestling-<br/>
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I swear if you don't stop this instant I'll dunk you in acid, stupid brain!</i>