lizjohnson:

Liz picked up on Elijah’s moods easily. They were twins after all, and even though they couldn’t read each other’s minds - such a bummer - they were pretty good at reading each other’s emotions. She could quite literally hear the pain in his voice. So she finished on her slice of pizza before she slowly got up and walked over to the kitchen. It looked like Elijah had been throwing around with popcorn for fun, but he was standing with her back towards her and water was running out of the faucet. Her mind went to the worst cases and she quickly skipped over to him, jumping over the popcorn to get to him.

Then she saw his red hands and rolled her eyes, looking at him. “Dude, you burnt your hands? Are you really that clumsy?” She climbed onto the counter and rummaged through some cupboards, getting out some bandages and some ointment. “Now give me those hands and let nurse Liz do her job.” She didn’t even wait for him to comply, instead - gently - pulled his hands towards her and started taking care of them. “This doesn’t mean I’m helping you with anything, even with your hands wrapped in bandages you can take care of your own shit.” She ruffled his hair once she was done and turned to the popcorn. “We totally overstepped the three seconds rule. Do we care though?”

Elijah nodded, showing a pout while staring at his hands. He knew he shouldn’t have done that - he was known to be a fuck up in the kitchen. But he wanted the popcorn so bad… No, he wanted the popcorn pizza. Didn’t matter all that much, he still needed popcorn, with or without the pizza. “You already know I’m clumsy, c’mon, you’ve known me since you were only two minutes old!” He let his sister take care of his hands, his face still showing a vague pout, although he now had the urge to smile, too. Liz hated him, but she loved him nonetheless, he always knew that - no matter what names she called him. “I’m sorry that you’ve got to take care of my mess, while you could’ve been watching the Simpsons already…” he bit his lip and looked down at his feet. “Thanks, dude,” he showed her a faint smile, looking down at the with popcorn covered floor as soon as she mentioned it. Shaking his head immediately, he opened the cupboards to grab a bowl, after which he crouched down and started picking up the popcorn, “I’m sure it’s even better, now that we’ve passed the three seconds.” Who cared about the three seconds rule, anyway? Food was food, if it had been laying on the floor for three seconds, or thirty minutes.

As soon as he’d picked up all the popcorn, he got up and moved over to the living room; where he sat - or fell - down on the couch. Putting the bowl of popcorn on the table in front of him, he grabbed a slice of pizza and stuffed it in his mouth. Pizza made everything better. Yeah. Eli was feeling more than perfect now - except for maybe that his hands still kind of hurt. He turned up the volume as the Simpsons came on, grabbing another slice of pizza and putting some popcorn on it.