"No," Katta says, rolling his eyes.

"How about now?"

"Nope."

"And now?"

"N—wait, hold on, I did!"

"Really?!"

"No, you twat, it's still two minutes."

"But maybe they registered the time wrong—maybe it's not the exact moment of birth—maybe—"

"They do make sure to register the exact time in the case of twins for this reason," Laura says from where she's sitting at the table, smiling in amusement at her sons.

"Nnnnnghhh!"

Katta pats him on the head. "There, there. You'll be fine. It's just—" glance at clock—"another minute."

Bounce bounce bounce.

And one minute, thirteen seconds later: "—oh, I got it."

"What is it what is it tell me what do you feel what do you have what you got come on what is iiiiiit?"

"Don't know, yet. Feels like—hmm." He closes his eyes. "Can you walk away somewhere?"

"Yeah!" He bounces off, then thinks to be silent, and sneaks away.

Katta, meanwhile, points, unerringly, at where his twin is. "Okay, yeah, I have some weird sense of where you are."

Sadde runs back. "Really? Oh, man, what else—what can you do with it, if your bonus is tracking me that's gonna be so lame, can you track mom—"

"Not mom, just you. But that's not all, I got... I don't know, a different thing. Weird. It's on my skin."

"What do you mean it's on your skin?"

"I dunno! It's not like it's, like, touching me or something, it's just there. Sort of like my arm is there."

Bounce bounce bounce.

"Would you calm down, doofus, bouncing is not gonna make me get it faster."

Sadde walks to the sofa and sits on his hands and purses his lips.

And Katta closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

After four minutes Sadde's leg starts bouncing.

"You're moving," Katta says, without opening his eyes.

"You're not even looking!"

"I'm almost looking and it's just as distracting."

He tries to hold as still as possible.

Katta, unfortunately, doesn't get it by the time Sadde gets his suite.

Which he knows happened because Sadde jumps out of the sofa and makes an impossibly high-pitched noise.

Katta opens one eye and raises one eyebrow. "What'd you get?"

"Don't know yet—can feel you—can feel mom—oh no, only when I'm looking—that's weird, I got an extra sense that only works when I'm looking except you? What?"

"Beats me. No skin thing?"

"No skin thing—but there's a thing—like I can pull—"

And suddenly Katta's sitting where Sadde was. "What the fuck—"

Laura for once doesn't chide her child on his language, instead opting to look, befuddled, at the place where Katta was standing...

...or still is standing? "Cool, we can swap places!"

"...did you get my face. Sadde, why do you look like me."

"—I what?" He finds the nearest reflective surface to look at himself. "What. I look like you! Why do I look like you?"

"I don't know and I don't like it, I'm the only one allowed to look like me, turn back."

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, then opens them again. "Uh. Can't? Wait, though—"

They swap again. "Ack this is disorienting."

Sadde looks at his hands. "And I still look like you." Pause. "I'm even wearing your clothes, where'd my clothes go?"

"Don't kno—wait, hold on, what if—"

"—oh. I can shapeshift."

"Whaaaaaat, no fair, I should've gotten that one!"

"Agree. Maybe we should swap," Katta drawls.

"Oh, shut up."

Then they swap.

And Sadde has his face again. "Success!"

"Argh, will you tell me before you do that?!"

"Sorry, I'll twine you in advance."

Katta shifts back to his own body. "There. This is better."

"So I can swap with you and take your face? Or, wait—mooooom can I use you as test subject?"

"I was expecting nothing less."

Sadde swaps—

—and is his mom. "This is so awesome!"

"—I have to agree with Katta, sweetie, it is somewhat disconcerting to see someone else with my—everything."

"Kaaatttaaaaaa—"

"Yeah yeah—it's so weird that you look like mom, eugh—"

"—here you go, make it quick. I'm ready."

"...I didn't need to be looking at you to feel you, hmmm—" He turns around. "And there's something different, too—"

And this time instead of swapping he appears right in front of Katta, looking like himself again. "Awesome."

"Ack you can teleport!—I want my face back."

"There, all better."

"You do know what this means, right?"

"Huh? No, what?"

Sadde looks at him and waits for the penny to drop.

"—no. No. I am not designing you a girl body!"

"No, silly, I'm designing it, you'll just be the one to give me it when I need it."

"Lamest. Power. Ever."

"Hey, could be worse, you could turn things yellow."

"Pass."

"Now—"

"After dinner! We experiment after dinner, we've already waited too long and I'm hungry and I won't get dragged down experiment lane with you now, therein lies madness and empty stomachs."

"Oh, fine. We can go eat."