<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/UNWPRgt.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/CYqsTUe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Verdi and Gris<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Twin Stall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devlin and Evelyn (Or Evelyn and Devlin?)<br/><hr/><br/>"A double act?" came a rather energetic cry as the twins put the finishing touches to their stall. A rather fancily dressed up woman with bright orange eyes was  sniffing her nose up at the pair.<br/><br/>"Verdi! Come look, they're infringing on our trademark style." she called back at a man wearing a similar scarf and suitably fancy clothes who was studying a glass pitcher with an intensity it absolutely did not warrant, junk as it was.<br/><br/>"Gris, don't make trouble" Verdi said aside, "This is our day off"<br/><br/>"It's not trouble it's t-w-i-n-s" Gris replied spelling out each letter as she drags him away from his latest fascination over to Devlin and Evelyn's store.<br/><br/>"That's not a crime" Verdi sighed, before giving the twins a thin smile. He only had the one orange eye, what with a rather dashing eye-patch over the other. "I'm sorry about this, she can get distracted"<br/><br/>"They're going to take our job!" Gris grumbled, before getting her hair mercilessly ruffled by Verdi which turned the grumble into a series of protesting squeaks.<br/><br/>"She'll be like this all day" Verdi says, deciding on whichever of the Reeves was closest to address. "Verdi and Gris, we do shows for the Casino's. One of us can even stop once we leave. What are you selling if I might ask? Or are you perhaps looking to become triplets, I've a spare for sale."