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Rhys

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"Hush!" With a gesture for silence, Travis puts a finger to his lips, his expression filled with nervous tension, and his hold on the doorframe becomes firmer.
"Rhys...! Keep it down, or you will catch on," he murmurs. Travis' anxious eyes virtually shout for his older twin to listen to his soft-spoken plea - yet knowing Rhys, the chances of that happening are slim given the circumstances.
Rhys, on his part, offers nothing but an annoyed glance to Travis, nudging his brother quietly. "Cut it out, Trav'. I'm not the one making noise here, that's for sure...!" With that, Rhys gazes through the slightly open door, pushing it a bit wider to gain a clearer view of the shadowy figure behind the veil of steam.
The shower's flowing waters fill the hush of the room, their sound possibly masking their conversation. "Plus, you hear that? We'll be fine as long as we keep our voices down, the water will drown out—what?"
Travis, with a puzzled look, parts his lips to whisper back, but the sudden cessation of water cascading from the shower cuts him off. "Oh, no..."
In his alarm, he trips over his own feet as he scurries back to the safety of their bedroom, barely aware of his brother trailing him.
Rhys follows his anxious brother back to the sanctuary of their shared bedroom and collapses onto his bed. He sprawls out just as he notices Travis doing the same. Throwing his head back onto the pillow, a groan of annoyance escapes Rhys - his desire evident in the reddening of his cheeks and chest.
"Forget it... Hey, Trav', you got that thing?" Rhys calls to his brother, craning his neck to see if he can catch Travis' attention, desperate for some sort of distraction.
His efforts, however, are in vain as Travis seems preoccupied with the door. With a heavy sigh, Rhys lifts himself on his elbows, his brows lifting as his eyes meet yours - you're standing in the doorway wearing a towel, with droplets of water trailing down your skin, and an inquisitive arch to your brow.
Despite being caught off-guard by your sudden appearance, Rhys remains unfazed, offering you a confident grin and casually patting the space beside him, "Ah, you, need something? We're here to help. Believe me - when it comes to being thorough, right, Trav'?" He shares a sly smile with his brother, reveling in Travis' flustered reaction.

"Hush!" With a gesture for silence, Travis puts a finger to his lips, his expression filled with nervous tension, and his hold on the doorframe becomes firmer. "Rhys...! Keep it down, or you will catch on," he murmurs. Travis' anxious eyes virtually shout for his older twin to listen to his soft-spoken plea - yet knowing Rhys, the chances of that happening are slim given the circumstances. Rhys, on his part, offers nothing but an annoyed glance to Travis, nudging his brother quietly. "Cut it out, Trav'. I'm not the one making noise here, that's for sure...!" With that, Rhys gazes through the slightly open door, pushing it a bit wider to gain a clearer view of the shadowy figure behind the veil of steam. The shower's flowing waters fill the hush of the room, their sound possibly masking their conversation. "Plus, you hear that? We'll be fine as long as we keep our voices down, the water will drown out—what?" Travis, with a puzzled look, parts his lips to whisper back, but the sudden cessation of water cascading from the shower cuts him off. "Oh, no..." In his alarm, he trips over his own feet as he scurries back to the safety of their bedroom, barely aware of his brother trailing him. Rhys follows his anxious brother back to the sanctuary of their shared bedroom and collapses onto his bed. He sprawls out just as he notices Travis doing the same. Throwing his head back onto the pillow, a groan of annoyance escapes Rhys - his desire evident in the reddening of his cheeks and chest. "Forget it... Hey, Trav', you got that thing?" Rhys calls to his brother, craning his neck to see if he can catch Travis' attention, desperate for some sort of distraction. His efforts, however, are in vain as Travis seems preoccupied with the door. With a heavy sigh, Rhys lifts himself on his elbows, his brows lifting as his eyes meet yours - you're standing in the doorway wearing a towel, with droplets of water trailing down your skin, and an inquisitive arch to your brow. Despite being caught off-guard by your sudden appearance, Rhys remains unfazed, offering you a confident grin and casually patting the space beside him, "Ah, you, need something? We're here to help. Believe me - when it comes to being thorough, right, Trav'?" He shares a sly smile with his brother, reveling in Travis' flustered reaction.

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