“I’m bored,” Lex grumbled.
“I’m tired of you complaining about being bored,” Luka retorted. “Go do your laundry, it smells.”
“I don’t want to do laundry,” Lex whined.
“You’re going to run out of clothes soon.”
“I have enough,” snuffed Lex.
Luka finally looked up from his papers to glare at his younger half. The younger half had splayed himself haphazardly across one of the twin beds, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. The sun was already high in the sky, and Lexton hadn’t bothered to do anything with himself.
“Skirt-chasing is awfully hard when you smell like a cow.”
“All the skirts on this boat are very likely to be lesbians. I mean, you heard about the commando girl at the table this morning.”
“I doubt that she’s actually a lesbian.”
“You never know!” Lex replied.
With that said, he pulled himself up off the bed and walked over to the port window. After a few minutes he was down on the floor, doing push-ups. It was the difference in the twins. Their opinions of productivity were quite radically different.