A routine for everything. In place was a set routine for just about everything they did. It was logical, a set of principles to keep things running smoothly on whatever timeline they needed. Predictable was what it was and tiring. Doing things mindlessly over and over again since birth ran stale after the first few years. However, Herchel never did say anything; it wasn't in his place to say anything. Mother and father knew what was best, not only for him, but for the twins, as well. Though Balthazar didn't mind it, in fact, he had his own set routines that worked in place of it, but Muriel, on the other hand, visibly fidgeted at the notion of perfectly placed intervals—set times she needed to do things. And she complained, she deviated and whined about it, but she eventually fell into place at some point in the day. Herchel could only really smile, amused at the fact that Muriel literally ran herself into the ground before she adhered—not as amused as her brother, though.
Six o'clock on the dot. That was the exact time they were to wake up in order to ready themselves for school—on the weekends, it was six thirty, with just as rigorous a schedule ahead of them. Herchel didn't mind it all that much. It was boring, but it was just this side of mindless to cease any kind of introspection. He needed his mind clear and focus for the day ahead and both twins knew that. They never did bother him in the mornings and that's how it usually worked, not that he wouldn't mind a little bear poking from time to time—it added a layer of spice to the day.
A quick shower, hair gel or spray, blow dry, and a minute or two getting dressed before they were down in the kitchen ready for breakfast. Well, most of them, at least. Muriel liked to either sleep in or run behind, the latter being more than purposeful. This day, however, not only was she ready and dressed but she was sitting neatly at the table with a forkful of pancake in her mouth. It was an early sixties, late fifties kind of day, from the look of her attire. If he weren't as film savvy, courtesy of Rayna, he'd miss out on calling out the
Breakfast at Tiffany's reference.
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Miss Hepburn," Herchel greeted with a nod, grinning from ear to ear. He sat across from her at the counter and the moment he did a plate of meaty goodness was placed directly in front of him. "
To what do I owe this fabulous visit?"
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Hey, Moon River, don't eat all the pancakes," Balthazar was prim and proper as he plopped down next to her—his Scottish accent was less heavy than his sister's. Usually, he woke up an hour earlier than them, as he often took the longest. Looked like he didn't miss out on the opportunity to quip either.
Rolling her eyes, she immediately stuck a fork into her brother's platter as soon as it was slid in front of him. Stealing the top pancake, she stuck a tongue out. "
I'm not that expensive, priss," she retorted, "
I found this at JC Penny's, unlike your Valentino shit."
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Watch the language," Herchel scolded. He took a bite of his own breakfast. Finishing quickly, he slammed the table twice, pointing at the twins, "
Five minutes, you two. We're leaving a bit early; Roger's got his daughter's birthday to set up for."
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Alright, dad," the groan that came from Muriel should have upset him, but it was this side of exasperated and before he knew it, she was stuffing her face and readying her things. Balthazar was quick behind her, nearly stepping on her heels to get outside. Like usual, one of the house hands made lunch for him and provided a few snackies. He preferred home cooking and, though his mother was no longer doing the actual cooking, it was a step better than what the cafeteria provided them. A little nostalgia on his part that he's found too hard to break. Muriel was content to get what she could.
Entering the Cadillac simultaneously, their chauffeur greeted them all and they reciprocated before he drove them with due cause. It took possibly thirty or so minutes to weave through the traffic before he kindly dropped them all off at the designated area. A quick wave goodbye was all they offered before trudging through the small crowd and into the building. They were still technically early and that fact elicited another groan from Muriel, but it wouldn't be long before each found their way to class.
Finding his way to his own locker, Herchel grabbed what he needed before finding the twins again. Looking them over he asked, "
Got everything you need?" They both nodded in response, "
Good to go? No splitting off doing crazy things before class starts?" He looked pointedly at Muriel, who sighed and shook her head.
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We both have AP Chem to head to first," Muriel spoke up, hugging her books tightly in order to hide the comics in side. Balthazar merely rolled his eyes.
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We should probably study for our test tomorrow," Balthazar chimed in, grabbing Muriel by the elbow. "
Meet you in Calculus?" he questioned as he dragged his way down the hall. Herchel gave a nod and a smile, waving them both off.
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Don't blow anything up Nobel," he directed the chide mainly toward Muriel. Who knew what she could do if given the time and permission—she likely had all the materials.
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Only if it'll earn me a billions of dollars and a legacy that'll last till the end of humanity!" Muriel called out.
Herchel rolled his eyes before he walked off toward one of his classes. He roamed the halls for a while, looking for a few people he knew, possibly Reece of he could find him on time, whilst both the twins sat on a bench not far from their first class, a touch phone in Balthazar's hand and a DS fired up with what seemed to be the recent Pokemon game in Muriel's.