As the fiery voice echoes through the small living room, the pillow that was thrown with extra violent intent comes careening straight into Lance's face. The pillow connects, comically smooshing flat against his face, before dropping slowly onto the ground as the room settles into an awkward silence.
Lance, after having his face nearly rearranged by a pillow, finally sees his terror of a sister. She is a tall girl, probably around 6'2", with the same pastel pink hair as the rest of the family and light green eyes. Her hair is around neck length and slightly unkept, having a wild nature similar to Lance's. Combined with her muscular yet lean physique she is very much the athletic, tomboy archetype.
"Lance, you oaf, why are you making mom cry first thing in the morning!"
"Woah, woah. I didn't even do anything!"
"So she is just crying for no reason?! You must think I'm an idiot to believe that!"
As the two siblings prepare to go at it, a quiet but stern clear of the throat from their mother quiets the two.
"Annie, Lance didn't do anything wrong. We were simply having a heartfelt conversation. I swear, you two like to pretend you're nothing alike when you really quite similar."
"I am nothing like this lumbering oaf! Stop saying that just because we are twins!"
Taking his sisters change in agro, Lance rubs the bridge of his nose, tries to get acclimated to the sheer volume that emanates from his sister and digest yet another solid bit of information from that exchange.
'Twins, huh. So we will both be starting First Year together.'
As Lance sits in the mill of his thoughts, his sister, feeling his gaze, snaps her head towards him and begins her tirade anew.
"What are you looking at you troll?"
Hearing the provoking remark from her, a surge of hot anger flashes through Lance as he spits out a venomous response.
"Hah, definitely not you. I wouldn't want to spoil my morning."
'Woah, why did I say that.'
Annie, to her credit, did not seem overtly bothered by her brothers comment and dove right back in by firing back with her own zinger. Sparking yet another sibling squabble as their mother stands still rubbing the bridge of her nose in exasperation at her two children.
After nearly five minutes of heated squabbling, both siblings seem quite refreshed and more tolerant of the other. Annie, taking the chance to change the conversation, brings up something she is curious about.
"Hey, oaf, did you get even bigger."
"Hmm, what do you mean?"
"You look...wider?"
'How in the hell can she tell that?'
"Wider? I guess, I don't know."
"Probably got fat from laying down after you ran into that car."
As Lance goes to give instinctively retort back, their mother claps her hands pausing yet another ensuing fight.
"Enough. Annie, Lance and I were discussing his club or sports selection for the new school year. He was answering me, but I didn't get to hear due to you hurling a pillow at his face."
"S-sorry..."
"It's alright. Lance, what were you saying?"
"I said that I'd like to play basketball."
For a moment neither woman speaks, Annie looks a little shocked that her brother would want to play something other than football and his mother looks happy to have finally gotten an answer out of her son.
"Oh, that'll be a great outlet for you! With your height, you'll do fantastic!"
"Hehe, thanks mom."
"If he even makes the team."
"Hey!" Feeling slighted by yet another snide remark, Lance lets our a somewhat bitter sigh at the sheer relentlessness of his sister as a comfortable silence settles over the room. The sound of a timer breaks the silence as his mom turns to go attend to the kitchen.
Annie, seemingly disinterested in small talk with Lance, heads towards the kitchen as well to help their mom.
Finally getting a moment alone, Lance takes the opportunity to look around the small house. Aside from the living room he is currently standing in and his bedroom, there looks to be three other rooms in the house. Annie's bedroom, a closed door leading to what can be assumed as his mom's room and the kitchen.
'Not a very large house and from the sparse furniture it would seem we aren't particularly well off.'
Not to bother by this discovery as he wasn't exactly swimming in money in his previous life, Lance ponders the family house, only to be interrupted by his mothers voice from the kitchen snapping him from his reverie.
"Lance, come fix your plate!"
"Coming!"
Lumbering into the kitchen and taking careful care to duck so as not to bump his head, Lance squeezes into the kitchen. The kitchen, while not huge, feels extra small with the three, larger than normal, family members crammed inside of it. Annie and his mom are already quite tall by female standards and adding the behemoth that is Lance makes maneuvering around the kitchen a nightmare.
"You did get wider you oaf! How are you taking up this much space!"
"Maybe it's you who is taking up all the damn space!"
"Oh yeah!?"
"Please just take the plates you two!"
Both siblings grunt in unison before grabbing their plates and huffing out of the kitchen. Lance, in his rage smacks his head yet again on the doorframe.
"Ah, damnit!"
"Hahaha, you hit your head! What an oaf!"
Ignoring his sister's laughter, Lance settles down at the small dining table looking like a giant dining in a hobbits home eliciting yet another round of laughter from his sister.
"Haha, y-you really did get wider. Haha, you look so stupid in the tiny ass chair, haha!"
"Yeah, yeah. You're just a bucket of chuckles today huh."
Annie, still laughing to herself, takes a seat across from Lance as she wipes her tears and their mother joins the table, sitting in between the two of them.
Breakfast itself is actually quite pleasant, Lance's mother seems quite adept at feeding her large family having made plenty of oatmeal and toast for all of them of them as conversation flows smoothly. Eventually, the topic of Lance playing basketball is brought back up again, surprisingly by Annie.
"Hey, oaf. Have you ever even played basketball?"
Lance, feeling mildly cornered by the question, and having no idea if the original Lance actually ever did play basketball, chokes lightly on a big bite of oatmeal. Thumps his chest and takes a large swig of juice to help get it to go down, "Cough, cough... I don't think so?"
"You don't think so? What the hell does that mean?"
"It means I don't remember damnit, what are you hounding me for?!"
"Hounding you? I'm just asking a simple question you pea brained oaf."
"Sigh, no I don't think I have."
"Then why basketball? If you chose volleyball I could have at least taught you the ropes."
Hearing what Annie says makes both Lance and their mother look at Annie with a incredulous expression.
"You? Would help me?"
"Yes! Contrary to how I act, I don't entirely hate you."
"Could have fooled me."
"This is why I'm not nice to you!"
"But thank you. In fact, I have a different offer to propose if you're interested."
"Oh? What would that be?"
Chewing through a bite of toast and washing it down with some juice, Lance looks back at Annie.
"Since I am going to be playing basketball, I need to get in better basketball shape."
"You're already well on your way to being about the same size around as the ball."
"I'm serious, damnit!"
"Hehe, sorry, couldn't resist."
"Sigh, I need a workout partner. Someone who has experience training for acceleration, explosiveness and vertical jump. My running speed is also quite bad."
"Hmm, I could help with that, I'll be training similarly this summer anyways. Mom can also help too, since she is going to be the volleyball coach at our new school."
There is another piece of shocking news. Lance, unable to contain himself, swivels his head towards Hana, his mother, who looks up from her oatmeal at him in surprise.
"Oh, yes. I thought you knew that though?"
"Oh. Um, I must have forgot."
Hearing Lance say he forgot, yet again, leads both women to narrow their eyes at him. Causing Lance to squirm under their scrutiny.
"Hey, oaf, are you okay?"
"W-what do you mean? I'm fine."
"Are you sure baby, you've said you forgot quite a lot already today? Do you want me to take you back to the doctor?"
Lance feeling cornered yet again, takes a big swig of juice and begins thinking as fast as he can.
'What do I do. What do I do. They seem suspicious of me, but they would never imagine some one else took their son's body, right? Maybe I can use that car accident to my advantage.'
"Ahem, in truth I have been struggling a little bit to remember some stuff from before the accident. Though I'm sure it'll come back to me soon enough."
One second. Two seconds. Both women look at each other before back at Lance exclaiming in tandem.
"What!"
"I-It's not that big deal. I promise. Mom, please sit down I don't need medicine or the doctors."
"B-but, but?"
"It is okay. I promise."
"Did you just call mom, mom!"
'Ah, here we go again...'
As chaotic revelations get introduced one after the other, the previously quiet breakfast spirals into mild pandemonium with Lance trying to calm his mother and fend of the incessant questioning from his sister. Eventually, he gets them both to somewhat relax as the two women move to tidy up the kitchen, banishing Lance to the couch to 'rest'.
'This is going to be a long summer, isn't it...'