The Story of Bibble (MikeysKitten)

Mike looked around the empty house with a frown wondering where his brother had ended up wandering off to this time. He was pretty sure he had some idea though. he sighed and scratched the back of his, immediately thinking the worst, the worst which was more then likely what was happening. He was frustrated, why was his stupid brother like this. He skirted of into the bathroom to make sure his hair looked alright. It was the same as it had been five minutes ago when he had last checked it, perfectly flipped to the right, perfect bleached, almost white colour. His long bangs had dark black tips almost identical to his twin brothers. He wore a thin layer of makeup, almost unnoticeable, almost. Seeing as it was a hot summer day he dressed in very little. A thin vest with nothing underneath exposing his pale flat stomach and chest, there was no muscle on him, he was, for lack of a better term 'skin and bones'. He wore baggy black jeans with a few tears other then that and nothing on his feet. An odd outfit for sure, but he liked it, it was comfortable...though he was almost tempted to go put on a shirt before heading out, but he decided against it, he wasn't going to far anyway. He left the bathroom and headed downstairs and out the door, ignoring the fact that he had not put on any footwear and his nail polished toes were exposed. Covering them up was for people who hadn't meant to do it, or had been dared too, but he had them that way on purpose, as well as his fingernails and he didn't care if society frowned upon him, phht, he was used to THAT by now. He walked down the street, his back slouched slightly, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He was heading down to the bridge over the creek where he was pretty sure his brother would be. As he got closer he straightened up and looked a bit more serious, a bit...very little, again, almost unnoticeable. He was about to step onto the wooden bridge but made a sharp right instead and walked down to go underneath it. A scowl covered his face as he saw what was unmistakeably his brother with his back to him, "Yo Mark, you better not be doing what I think you're doing..." he said in his coldest tone, hoping that he wasn't catching his brother in this dangerous act, but was more then sure, if thats possible, of what he was witnessing, even if he couldn't see his brothers front.