She gasped and struggled uselessly as her eyes bored into those above hers in a look of pure horror.
Beeeeeeeeeep.
"Heh...He...Haha...Hahahaha...Hahahahahahaha!"

"Heee-eeyyy, Leythal, what are you doing?" Schnaizel flitted up to Leythal with a sly look, punching him in the stomach lightly.
Leythal took a quick glance at his brother and nodded his head towards the sky. "...it's beautiful, isn't it? The shimmering stars in this vast prussian sky, like angels trying to savage this sphere from its forecoming decay..." Leythal snorted as he continued, "...or at least futilely attempting to."
Schnaizel stood beside him and gazed into the sky. A wide smile broke out on his face as he turned. "But that's exactly what makes things interesting, isn't it?" He let out a soft giggle. Then, he stepped out of the balcony and went back inside.
Leythal stared at Schnaizel's leaving figure for a few quiet moments, before letting out another snort.

"That's precisely it, my dearest brother..."

(No matter how many times I look at this, it looks unsatisfactory. Anyway, it's like the prologue of the story of the twins in my subculture shoot.)