Two on one.

"Was there anything else you two needed before we go down?" you ask the twins.

"No, Mr. Doe," Cassie says.

"It's time for us to go down," Kyla adds.

"Fine. Then let's," you say, taking a step towards the door.

You immediate note the twins don't take a step in any direction. Instead, all four of their hands rise, and they loosen the top button on their shirts.

"Girls," you say, laughing nervously, "what are you doing? I thought we agreed it was time to go downstairs!"

"We agreed that it's time to go down ..." Kyla repeats.

"On you!" Cassie adds.

You take a few more steps towards the door, not knowing what the right verbal response would be.

"Girls," you say finally, "we need to go downstairs. I need to talk to all of the girls in this dorm at one time."

"But we're Seniors," Kyla says. "We already know everything we need to know."

"Except what you taste like," Cassie adds. "Teach us that, and we'll never bother you again."

Realizing they still haven't moved, you slowly back away. Suddenly, you realize you can't move any further, as you have backed your legs up against the foot of your bed.