Confusion
Frenetic is the best way to describe it. All it takes is for them to be in the same room, and ideas and insults and quite a bit of the cutlery start whizzing through the air. There's so much energy. It's applebucking at three and then sword fighting at four, because they can and there's no one in the whole wide world they'd rather do it with.
Nothing is planned, and that's fine. It seems without rhyme, without reason. But they like it. In love spin the atoms, and there's nothing more fun than to be along for the ride.