Kick Some Arsenal - Sven / Lars
Aug 7, 2014 0:57:13 GMT -5
Post by Rambo on Aug 7, 2014 0:57:13 GMT -5
Sven
My brother and I may share a room, but we perhaps don’t share the same mind. I am the smarter one, apparently. I don’t quite think that my brother, Lars, sees it. We’re not just brothers, but we’re twins. Identically, as well. So not only do I share his room, but I share every ounce of his appearance. I don’t think anything of it. In fact, I would be bewildered should I one day realise he looks any different. I see somebody else, not me. That much is obvious, though.
I wake myself up, that little pinch to my arm to keep my senses from drifting back into the space of sleep. Today, me and Lars will be training. I can’t wait to get back into the action, and to be training with my brother is a bonus. It’s not a rare thing at all, but we recently took a little break, so it is good to get back into the swing of things. I find myself on my feet easier today. Perhaps it is the positivity that I have when rousing myself from the bed, or perhaps it is more.
I look straight at the mirror, brush my teeth, and head downstairs after putting on my sweatpants and my t-shirt. Lars doesn’t get up at the same time as me because I’ve told him I’ll make the breakfast this time. We have a rota, but I always end up doing it anyway. I lower my head before the last step as to avoid the lowness of the ceiling. Mum and dad won’t be up for a while, it must only be around six in the morning. School isn’t open for now due to the holidays, so there’s not priorities stopping me and Lars from having a good training day, which will hopefully be the plan for the next few weeks.
I put down the frying pan over the oven, and narrow my eyes as I pour an egg into it, and then another. Lars likes the yoke intact, and I like it out, so I bring over another pan and repeat the process, but more precisely.