"Aww, thanks Forge," George pretended to be a little bashful at the praise when in reality he soaked it up for all it was worth. He may try to act like he had a devil may care attitude and not give a damn what anyone thought about him. But George absolutely loved being complimented. He thrived on it, especially when the compliments came from his Twin. Fred's opinion on things mattered more than anyone else in the world's - including his own.
As Fred finished his sentence George nodded, confirming they were his exact thoughts. He leaned into the touch, taking comfort in the tactile response. "Yeah," he copied the last thing his Twin said softly, turning back to the television for a bit after Fred dropped his hand. His Forge wasn't known for lots of hugs and snuggles but Gred was used to it and wouldn't want his Twin to be any other way.
"Absolutely," George replied with all honesty before his eyes darted back to the screen. Caff shifted a bit and looked at the mini-cake in George's hand and began stalking up the bed while George was distracted by the telly. As swift as a four legged ninja, the cake was stolen in the pup's mouth as he munched happily on it. "Hey!" George complained, giving Caff a little prod, although the look on his face said he was more amused than anything else. "Sneaky puppy."
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