'Mini-size is better.' Fred smiled across at his Twin, eyes sincere in his praise. 'You're brilliant. As good as Mam at cakes and things.' A soft chuckle escaped him as Gred corrected himself. His little Twin always did seem to have more morals than him. 'Wrong.' He nodded in agreement.
Forge's hand absently stroked Nessie's back as he lay across his legs, the warm fur was soft and Fred couldn't help but stroke it. He was exactly the same with the cats and it was for this reason that he usually woke up with both Boromir and Faramir curled up with him on his bed. Often having fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning writing up ideas and petting the kitties.
Returning the soft smile, Fred felt a little bubble of happiness at his Twin's words. Marcus going to the party had been a pretty big step, not only for the Chaser, but for George too. Fred knew his brother liked the Falcon, a lot and it was only Flint's closeted status that was holding them both back. 'Maybe he'll see that it's safe outside and he doesn't have to hide.' He finished his Twin's thought naturally. Reaching up, he stroked his fingers through George's hair gently. 'We'll see, yeah.' Another little smile and he dropped his hand, picking up another snack instead.
'You liked?' he beamed at the praise, nodding enthusiastically at George's idea before getting distracted by the action on screen. 'Cool... love that giant boulder.'
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