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｡･ﾟﾟ･ continued from here.

Ashley’s head had been leaned over the arm of the couch, as though a position that would make a chiropractor weep might ward off the food baby he was currently carrying. With a hand under his Jurassic Park t-shirt, he rubbed his stomach in a bid to ease his discomfort as he listened to his twin try to pontificate on the legitimacy of aliens. 

“Wait,” Ashley interrupts, his head popping up like whac-a-mole. “You know that Zoe Saldana exists, right? Or do you only find her that hot when she’s full body green playing an angry alien? Cause that’s a little spicy,” Ashley mocks, teasing his twin was up in the top three of what was fun about having a twin. 

( That and the fact he could steal all his trainers -- thank you, shared shoe size. ) 

“Sure I do,” Ashley says with a shrug, reaching over to eat another nacho which could have been misconstrued as a tangy cheese attempt at ending it all. He munches on the chip and lays his head back against the corner of the couch, looking to Aidan when he eventually elaborates. 

“Look how long it took us to get to the moon which is like, our next door neighbour solar system wise. Even if there was nothing living on that, it’s arrogant to think that it’s just us in this big old solar system. We probably look like cavemen with our iPhones and climate change to our future alien rulers. They’re definitely laughing their little green asses off at us in their hovercrafts.”