<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">The twins walked up the hall just in time to see Lucian almost shooing the staff from the room, Ayla raising an eyebrow but saying nothing as they approached.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi glanced at his sister, before looking over at the clock in the hall.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> &lt;well someone’s a touch impatient to get us alone…&gt;</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> they hadn’t needed to go back and change, what they had been working on was more of a mental exertion than a physical one. Both were clad in matching black pants, boots, and loose white shirts, Ayla’s little glowing Kitten darting in between them and occasionally attacking shoe laces.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;oh god I am so not ready for that next step in this… relationship.&gt;</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> Ayla figured she might as well start calling what the three of them had what it was. Denying it wasn’t going to help anyone. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“You know we technically still have two minutes…</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">” she murmured teasingly.</span>