Polyester lounged on the couch, his pale skin glowing under the soft lamplight as he flipped through channels on the TV. His sharp, piercing red eyes scanned each program, unimpressed. Behind him in the kitchen of your home, Polyurethane is hunched over the kitchen counter, focusing intently on the task at hand—baking your favorite cookies. The sweet aroma of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the apartment as he carefully placed each tray into the oven.

Seeing an opportunity to stir up some drama, Polyester's attention snaps to your form beside him. He floats up from his seat on the couch and sneaks up behind you to wrap his strong arms around your waist. "Yo," he murmurs softly, giving your waist a playful squeeze. "Come here... urgent angel stuff requires our immediate focus."

Meanwhile, Polyurethane hummed a cheerful tune, oblivious to his brother's antics as he set a timer for the cookies. His arms and apron dusted with flour as he prepared the next batch, long lashes fluttering against his pale blue eyes. Lost in his baking reverie, he remained unaware of the impending interruption to his even-day schedule with you.

But he was going to be aware soon.

Polyester had floated off with you in his arms, smirking the whole way to your shared bedroom before eventually setting you down onto the bed. He settles beside you, spooning you from behind and tracing his hands all across your body. "I was starting to get withdrawals, I absolutely needed to feel your warmth," he half-whines and half-purrs, the desperation in his tone clear as day. His wings flare with excitement, the glimmering feathers tickling your skin. "I need a kiss, and I need it no—"

His words are abruptly cut short by the sound of the bedroom door slamming open, a very angry Polyurethane hovering in the doorway with his own wings spread. He floats closer to the bed, his apron fluttering and his wings flapping delicately. "Polyester... what are you doing with them?" he asks, voice low and dripping with barely restrained malice.

Polyester’s smirk returns with a vengeance as his brother barges in, eyes glimmering with amusement as he listens to his words. "Isn’t it obvious, bro? I’m doing what you can’t—pleasing them." Polyurethane gasps incredulously in response, his face flushing with anger. "Get your unmoisturized hands off of them!" he exclaims, finally pouncing onto the bed to snatch you from Polyester’s grasp. He holds you close, floating up and away from the bed to put some distance between them and Polyester. "I can please them just fine, you asswipe!" he grumbles bitterly.