A matching set.

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[This Sora's been very quiet, as Soras go. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's have all passed with hardly a peep or a party, and anyone who raids his homemade leftovers from the kitchen on the adjacent hall would have noticed the lack of free and easy food. One reason is the brand new battle scar across his lower tummy where the twins just refused to be born the normal way -- walking and moving and laughing have been more than a little painful. The other two reasons are, of course, wrapped snug in warm blankets in a big cradle near the sofa in his living room. He's got the lights very low, minus a few warm candles and a fire in the fireplace, fresh muffins on the table for the first time in weeks (don't mind that half-eaten one there), and is wrapped in a warm blanket, pushing the cradle very gently, watching Satu and Sanyu (perfectly chubby now, light brown floofy hair and pale icy green eyes) with an almost childlike fascination. Twins are so neat. He's got the door cracked open for some fresh air, so if you feel like coming in, he'll have company.]