<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Name: Loris Estrada<br/><br/>Age: 20<br/><br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Appearance: Loris stands at 5'11" with short black hair and brown eyes. He is a heavy set individual with a wide torso and long arms. His face is round, a feature which is more noticeably made by his wide eyes. He prefers dressing simply in t-shirts and cargo shorts, of which he owns many pairs of the exact same kind. He may own a few actual pants, but no one can really be sure. He also might have shoes (definite possibilty). He's that kind of guy. He enjoys wearing baseball caps of varying colors and teams, more often than not to the side in the impractical way that doesn't shield you from the sun at all. He doesn't invest any time in making himself look nice, or presentable for that matter. More often than not this is because he is a very serious school student and has no time to be combing the hair or trying to zip that last two centimeters of the fly on this year's new style of jean pant. <br/><br/>Following his pattern of ultra-practicality, Loris also has a khaki toolbelt which he likes to wear. It has a holster for a bunch of various outing-related necessities. He also carries a trowel, because there is never an opportunity like the present to transplant a succulent to a more suitable environment. He really likes plants wow.<br/><br/>Personality: Loris is a good-natured and fun-loving individual. He is very easily excited about new things and is always eager to learn. He always tries to be decent to everyone he meets, and for the most part keeps his opinions to himself. There is pratically no one that Loris doesn't like, and as a result, there is no one who doesn't like Loris. He just has that magnetic personality that draws people in and has people wanting to be around him. However, he is a little bit too trustworthy which can sometime land him in a big heap of trouble.<br/><br/>Other: Loris is a budding botany student (haha, pun) at the local community college in his hometown. He currently is at the top of his class and works (unsurpringly) at the florist's in town. He is a small-town kinda guy, it seems. Never really strays far from the roost. :v<br/><br/>Name: Joaquin Estrada<br/><br/>Age: 20<br/><br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Appearance: Joaquin is around 5'11" and, like his brother, also has black hair and brown eyes. And yeah, they are identical twins so I don't know what's gonna go here for face description. They both have that 'deer in the headlights' thing going on. However, unlike his brother, he wears his hair a bit longer, down over his neck and his forehead. This is most likely to differentiate himself from his brother, because no one actually wants to wear their hair long on those long southern California days. In contrast with Loris, Joaquin likes to dress nicely. He enjoys his button-up collared shirts and his dress pants and his shoes (of some kind). However, he also has his sets of t-shirts and terrible cargo shorts but that is only for brutally hot days and emergencies. He also has a personally favorite burnt-orange leather jacket, but never gets to wear it because California is terrible.<br/><br/>On super hot days he'll take to wearing wife beaters that look awful, and more often than not he'll have a black over the shoulder travel bag for his wallet, phone, various essentials, despite the fact that he has pocket space for all of those. He just likes showing off his nice bag.<br/><br/>Personality: Joaquin is more often than not reserved and quiet. He is often told he is a follower and not a leader, and he is totally cool with that. When he's not being quiet, he's sarcastic and icy, which is why most people prefer him to just keep his mouth shut as his brother drags him along to every social event southern California. Short and simple; if Loris is the affectionate dog friend you've always hoped for, Joaquin is that bitch cat that knocks over all of your drinks and pees on your favorite blanket. However, he keeps his brother in line and from getting mugged, so everything more or less balances out.<br/><br/>Other: Joaquin mooches off of Loris and lives at his house, eats his food, and lets his laundry be done by other people. He has no education to speak of and is a general schmuck.</div></div></div><br/>"Uhm, we have some leftovers?" Loris replied to his brother, who was sitting far off in the corner of the room at the kitchen table. Loris was standing in front of an open fridge surveying its contents, which were light and unsatisfactory. There were a few pieces of what looked like old provolone, a milk carton that could only be described as 'destitute', and a mountain of enchiladas that they both thought they could eat a few days ago. Usually lunch was a no brainer. Loris would cook something and Joaquin would eat it afterwards. However, they had bought so many enchiladas a few days ago and neither Joaquin nor Loris had the heart to waste food, but neither of them had the stomach to eat them all either. It was like a Mexican standoff.<br/><br/>In response, Joaquin groaned and placed his head into the 'lap' of his folded arms. "No more," he whispered, his voice muffled by his jacket. Loris frowned and closed the fridge, and stood over his brother at the kitchen table. With a quick movement, Loris kicked the table and it connected with Joaquin's face.<br/><br/>Joaquin pushed himself up, glared at Loris, and asked, "The hell was that for?" His brother just snickered and grabbed his wallet from one of the counters in their kitchen. Joaquin stared at him quizzically for a few more moments before slowly following him towards the front of the apartment.<br/><br/>Loris unlocked the door and opened it swiftly. "We're going to Anderson's because if I have to cook you something else I'm going to lose my mind," he teased, though the sharp tone of his voice suggested there was some truth to that declaration. He closed the door so quickly that Joaquin almost got his hand stuck, but luckily he had managed to slip out the door just in time before it closed with a resounding thud. The door quivered behind them from the sudden impact.<br/><br/>After locking up, the twins navigated their hallway and descended the stairs down to the street. They walked in complete silence until they finally reached the Scottish... Irish... whatever the hell kind of restaurant it was. Loris swung the door to the restaurant open and Joaquin followed closely behind him. The short-haired twin pointed to a booth and Joaquin nodded, and they both sat down and made themselves comfortable. Loris eyed the waitress who appeared like she was on break, but didn't call her over. No one deserves to be disturbed on break.