Jon's astral face shifted into a smile as he thought of all the possible ways he could mess with them. There were several things Jon wanted to try, but for now he resolved to letting things continue with the slight bump in the road he put in their routine. He was curious how they would react.
"Stupid brats!" The left head exclaimed. He punched the wall in frustration. "They must of ran as soon as they heard us."
"Calm down Josh." The right head said to his counterpart. "We'll get them next time. We have to finish getting ready. You wanted to sleep in so we don't have much time left." The right head, who must of have been this reality's version of Jon, reached over with their right hand and turned off the water.
'So...' thought Astral Jon, 'We have alternate me on the right, and his twin on the left. Guess my parents in this reality were not that creative with names either. They had to give us both J names; at least mine is shorter.' Astral Jon continued to observe the pair as they finished the rest of their shower.
With haste, the two dried off their single body and wrapped the towel around their waist. 'Maybe watching some of their routine was not as boring as I had thought.' Astral Jon was kind of awestruck of how coordinated the two were. He knew they must have been born joined, like everyone else in this reality, but to see himself work in tandem with a twin was interesting.
'I wonder how uncoordinated they can be? Have the two ever been in a fight with each other.' A sly smile formed on Astral Jon's face. His morbid curiosity got the better of him. Astral Jon looked down at the small puddle of water on the floor next to the bathtub. It started to snake its way across the floor towards the joined pair. Both were busy brushing their teeth; they did not notice. Astral Jon willed the water to move under and around Josh's foot. Right when the other Jon was about to spit, WOOP. Josh's foot slipped on the wet ground. Jon's toothpaste spit when all over the sink and mirror. But, Jon and Josh were just able to catch themselves on the underside of the sink before falling.
Jon gave his twin an annoyed look to which Josh shrugged his one shoulder. "Sorry dude." Josh said with a mouthful of toothpaste. "I slipped." He then tilted he head down the spit, but this time Jon's foot slipped on the wet floor. His mouthful of toothpaste hit the cabinet sink and all over their chest. And, neither boy was able to catch themselves. They toppled backwards into the wall, and then onto the ground.
"What the heck!" Josh said to his twin. "I told you it was in accident!"
"I didn't slip on purpose." Jon stated. Now both boys were annoyed with their other half.
"BOYS! JON, JOSH! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" came the familiar voice of their mom. Then a second voice, similar to the first, said, "YOU BETTER HURRY UP!"
Astral Jon was chuckling loudly, though no one could hear him. The scene he created was hilarious. A part of him felt bad that he was sort of picking on himself, but... it was just too great to stop.
Josh and Jon were now back on their feet, exchanging blame back and forth as they tried to quickly clean up the mess. "JUST ONE MORE MINUTE MOMS!" Jon yelled. Josh grabbed the hand towel and patted their stomach and chest dry from the toothpaste while Jon worked cleaning the mess on the sink and mirror. Finished, the two turned to exit the bathroom, their coordination had taken a notable turn for the worst. Their steps were less synchronized. They seemed to wobble back and forth, not completely in tune with each other. Just as they stepped into their room, their towel unfastened. Their two legs got caught into towel, tripping them.
Josh and Jon landed in a heap on the floor. They glared at each other from the floor for a moment. "Will you get it together!" both yelled at each other. "You keep messing me up! And, stop copying me!" Both Josh and Jon tried to roll over, in their direction. So, their body looked like flopping fish as they tried to roll onto their back, and not being able to do so. Finally, Jon seemed to relent and they rolled over. Much less coordinated, they stood back up on their feet and proceeded to walk in separate directions.
