Things were lukewarm between Baldur and Katie. Their parents were very much in love but that didn’t mean that they would be twinsies. That said, there wasn’t disdain either; Baldur still cared about his sister. They just couldn’t be more different if they tried.<br/><br/>There was a pep in his step despite what seemed like a boring event. Since high school, Baldur had been known for taking mundane activities and finding ways to make them fun. He was the class clown and the jock rolled up into one. Never the bully though as one might expect from his size. He detested bullies and only those who bullied would be bullied by him. Okay the word bully was used a lot there and doesn’t sound like a word anymore. Bully bully bully. Okay I’m good now. Anyway...<br/><br/>Grabbing the whole roll of garbage bags from under the sink, Baldur headed back in and caught the tail end of the conversation,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“Did someone say twister?”</span><br/><br/>As he pulled one of the garbage bags off the roll and opened it before hanging it from the doorknob, the walking pectoral of a man’s eyes lit up. Katie said board games! She didn’t say anything about twister.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“If we are playing twister, then this party just got ten times better,”</span>Baldur declared with a thunderous albeit excited voice that sounded authorative, even as he described Katie’s board game night as a party.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“Just a fair warning, you wouldn’t think it but I’m a monster at twister. Get ready to get spanked.”</span><br/><br/>There was an inflection on the word 'spanked' as he gave a brief glance at Cher and then a teasing wink. The guns blazing, excited tone of his voice belied his actual words and it was clear from it that he was just being playful.