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“That shit’s gonna give ya cancer.” Portugal looked up just as the bottle of scotch was taken from his own hand, Twist taking a swallow with a grimace before tossing the whole bottle in the trash can across the way. Portugal stared at the can for a moment before glancing at Twist, face impassive.

“Ya know I’m jus’ gonna climb in there later and get it, right?”

Twist stared at him, stared at the trash can, then shrugged. “As long as ya ain’t drinkin’ it now, sweetheart.” Digging around in his inventory for a moment, he produced a cookie, looking homemade from all the different chocolates and the uneven brown edges. Breaking it in half, he offered one piece as he took a bite from the other.

Portugal glared at it. “Did your brother make it?”

Twist snickered, choking a little on the bite of cookie before answering. “Naw, ‘sides, he wouldn’t poison it and then let me have it.” When Portugal still didn’t move to take it, he sighed, gesturing with his hand a little. “Tha Edgelord made ‘em. They’re pretty good, little hard on the sweets so ya might need a drink after.”

Rolling his eye, Portugal took the cookie, nibbling a bit on the edge as he stared off into the distance. Twist let him have his silence after that, eventually laying back on the freshly cut grass to stare up at the clouds.

After a while or staring at nothing, Portugal joined him.

Hand pointing up, Twist mumbled out what shapes he saw, Portugal nodding if he saw them, slapping his hand down if he didn’t. Eventually the warm breeze blowing through and the shade of the clouds above them relaxed him enough that he dozed off, skull leaning into Twist’s shoulder.

Twist allowed it with a satisfied grin. Sometimes the little asshole needed a good nap. So what if the half of the cookie had a little magic in it to speed along the process. It wasn’t like he was gonna just leave him here, defenseless. Closing his eyes, he basked in the warmth of the sun. It really was a lovely day.