>It started with a simple dash home in the rain.
>So you're sittin' there blowdrying her hair when you notice some of the scales around her crest marks are flaking and cracking off.
>You tell her, she freaks out and immediately kicks you out of her room, you think nothing of it. Girls and their skin I guess.
>Then a few months later, you catch her snacking on some blueberries while watching some trashy anime you remember her rolling her eyes at.
>"I thought you hated blueberries?"
>She gives me an eyebrow raise, and her eyes widen.
>"OH! Yeah uh... guess tastebuds change overtime bro."
>"Yeah but you said that yesterday when I offered you one of the muffins Mel made me."
>"Yeah yeah like I said. Tastebuds change overtime. A day is a period of time."
>Shrug, think nothing of it. Another one of Amber's weirdo quirks.
>And THEN one day, in the morning you're carrying her back to her bed after she's puking her guts out, but by lunch she's sitting next to you in the lunchroom asking you to count how many pushups she can do.
>But it all made sense the day she ate YOUR share of dino nuggies.
>You kick in her door, making sure to pick a time that she's most off guard to rub in her thieving act.
>And BOOM.
>You find her combing her own hair.
>No, not her OWN hair.
>ANOTHER AMBER'S HAIR.
>You're staring at your twin sister's and her... twin sister with wide eyes.
>They both stare at you with wide eyes.
>"U-uh..."
>One of the Amber's jump up onto her feet, pointing at me.
>"YOU'RE HAVING A PSYCHOTIC BREAKDOWN!"
>The other Amber slaps her on her three striped spine.
>"Don't joke about that! Besides, that's obviously not gonna work. We're busted."
>No Amber... Amber is right. You're DEFINITELY about to have a psychotic breakdown.
>But first, you have questions pertaining something much much more important.
>You raise the empty bag labled "Greene's nuggies don't touch"
>"WHICH OF YOU TWO BRATS ATE MY FUCKING NUGGIES!?"