The twins spend most of their time twining around each other in Pangea. Father is busy with his kingdom duties, leaving the boys to watch the borders and mind their business. Of course, when they are wandering the borders, they are playing some silly game where they meet in the middle and hardly paying any mind to those that may be uninvited. Litotes knows they are poor sentries, and Cry and Hatchet know that Litotes knows, but still they play their game of parental cat and mouse: their father shooing them into duties he knows at his core they will never live up to, and they boys dodging into their nest of willful ignorance.
“Can you fuckin’ hurry up?” Hatchetface snaps, cold yellow eyes demanding Crybaby to pick up his meandering pace. “You look like you’re on cloud nine. Why do you get so caught up in your head, anyway?” Cry’s only response is a severely withering look. If the two were children, the buckskin may have shivered beneath such rebuttal, but now he only writhes in anger. “I bet you wish that worked on me still.” His perlino brother merely rolls his eyes.
The two continue to pad along, Crybaby occasionally shoving his brother dangerously close to a cliff’s edge. Hatchet will merely sneer and threaten to call Cora over, to which his brother will roll his eyes again and say something snarky to his companion snake. They remain like that for a while, irritating the hell out of each other with no plans to ever separate. Their strange chattering indicates agitation, though only two can understand their made up language. Well, the boys and their adopted daughter, who is too smart for her own good and understands most of what they do.
“Look, there’s Morgayne,” Cry finally mumbles, jerking his head in the bubblegum girl’s direction. “Do you wanna go push her off?” All fury dissolves in their mutual amusement, and the two trot decisively in the direction of their child. “Where have you been, idiot? We probably missed you.” The boys take turns lightly kicking at her side.