“…So why are you two, as a matter of course, in my room?”
“To keep practicing.”
“I’m here to help Ryouya and Nee-chan rehearse.”
After the day’s full rehearsal, Reona wanted more. I’d been wrecked by Shiraishi-san’s surprisingly intense direction — I wanted to rest.
“Anyway, please.”
“Aw, please not today.”
“I want to see Ryouya working hard. Can I?”
Riona’s earnest, glittering look. Cannot refuse.
”…Fine. Briefly.”
“Knew you’d say that.”
“Let’s start.”
“Let me grab the script—”
“I’ll LIME you the file, phone is easier.”
I accepted Reona’s offer. Not because the script was lost in my backpack.
We started rehearsing. Only the Snow-White-and-Prince roles were present; Riona stood in for everything else. Her line delivery was flat.
If Riona ever played a lead, the acting-coaching would be relentless. Even Shiraishi-san would crumble.
”…Wow.”
“Riona has been like this since elementary school plays.”
Reona whispered the explanation. Riona, who had been excellent at karaoke during summer break, was terrible at acting. Why is the performance gap so wide?
Then again, the tone-deaf Reona had somehow become a great actress, so the inverse was apparently possible. We kept rehearsing. I was in the witch-feeding-Snow-White-the-apple scene.
“Old woman, do you need something?”
“This is an apple from my orchard, dear. Have one — try it.”
“But the Dwarves told me not to accept things from strangers…”
“Don’t worry about that, it’s sweet, you’ll enjoy it.”
Then a scene where the Witch feeds Snow White the poisoned apple. Me delivering girl-coded dialogue in my own voice is deeply weird and I personally find it very cringe.
I had been performing through embarrassment, but Shiraishi-san had told me repeatedly to drop the shame. Locked in, I read the next line off the script without filtering.
“Reona, Riona — I love you. Marry me — what is this line in my script?!”
I had read the line out loud before processing that it had nothing to do with Snow White. Too late.
“Heeh — so Ryouya-kun wants to marry us.”
“Wanting to marry both of us at once is greedy.”
“Since Ryouya-kun is that committed, maybe we’d consider it.”
“In exchange, you’d become ours.”
They went into full teasing mode. I’d been had. No legit script has a typo like that. They had edited the script before sending it.
”…Stop slipping things like that into the script.”
“Slipping what in? I don’t know.”
“I have no idea.”
They were going to deny it. Riona looked the same as always, but Reona was visibly smirking, and on closer look Riona was too.
“Right, we need to inform Mio-chan, then both sets of parents about the proposal.”
“Want red rice for dinner tonight.”
“No.”
If they actually did any of that, the fallout would be substantial. Then again, with the pair rings being daily wear at this point, the bar had already been crossed.
The reaction would just be those two doing that thing they do. And Riona’s mention of dinner meant they were eating at my place tonight, again.
Lately Mio had been pre-calculating the twins’ portions. Reona and Riona had been captured by stomach.