<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Kashsistersmug.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kashana & Lakashtari<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Chantilly<br/><hr/><br/>"What about orientation?" It was feeble protest, lip service, just in case Silocon was still in earshot. She wasn't. The sisters exchanged a look that would decide whether they were giving up the goods tonight. What they had to say to one another was well guarded, happening all in the mind, but neither had ever learned to hide her tells. The nibble of a lip, a rock from toe to heel, it spoke more to curiosity than mere words could.<br/>Lakashtari reeled her sister in. "I think we'll learn more going with her."<br/><br/><em>I already know my orientation, </em>a stray psychic message pinged off Chantilly Lace's brain, or maybe it was off the nth-dimensional brain wrapped around that one. Kashana's brow scrunched.<em>Sorry, mistell. </em>Unbuttoning down to her smothered, lightless cleavage sped up the drying process. Lakashtari glanced over her shoulder as she did the same, checking whether teachers could appear out of nowhere at the first warning of fun. "Let's do it. I want to get into trouble, too, if she's doing it."<br/><br/><em>She wants to give you a muffin, </em>another stray psychic missive rebounded.<em>Mistell again, sorry. </em>Kashana slipped back into her Mary Janes with a dainty raise of each heel behind her back. Feminine, though her half-exposed thoughts were a filthy concoction as they prepared to follow. Hearts thumping, pumping those urgent hormones from head to toe. "Copycat."<br/><br/><em>Jizz all over that mouthy hat </em>intruded without the merest of context. The both of them bore tiny smiles.<em>That one wasn't a mistell.</em>"Nice to meet you, Tilly. I'm Kash, and this is Kash. We're exact twins."