To Be Named At A Later Date

Dont Touch My Squad

'I- I mean he's smaller...'

'Ngl, goth boys like him are sexy, but terrifying. Hard pass, I'll take Steven any day. In both ways.'

'I could probably take him, but I'd rather he take me~,'

'Pretty sure they call him Big Poppa for a reason. I don't think I'm willing to find out and get my ass whooped.'

"They know what's up," Adam bragged, leaning his chair back. "They know who Daddy is."

Steven snickered. "You're dancing the line of cringe and awesome now. Reel it in, Big Poppa."

"He thinks he's so great," Hazel told him with a shake of his head. "He's totally right, just has to edgelord a bit about it to get his point across since we could pick him up and throw him."

Adam's seat dropped to the hardwood and he leaned forward, hands clasped tightly. "You two just gave me a song idea. I'm going to write the cringiest edgelord bullshit I can think of, and you two are gonna sing it."

The two looked at each other, a brief conclusion was met, and they considered it carefully.

On one hand, doing cringey shit was kind of the band in general. Cringe culture was bullshit, it was the same culture that stemmed 'boys don't cry' and 'girls wear pink'. But Adam had a few screws loose, and there's no telling what he'd have them saying for the entire world to hear and play over and over again.

"Thank god I didn't open my mouth," Jacob sighed. "I already know my place."

Adam tossed a longing look at him before he locked his sights on the two men. "What, you don't think you could make a banger off cringelord emo shit?"

Steven immediately bristled and leaned forward in playful but serious challenge, his nose an inch from Adam's. "I can make anything a banger. My main mode of attack to save the entire planet was music. I've got this."

"Mhm. Right." Adam knew the good side of emo/alt/goth, and the incredibly emotionally taxing side. There was stuff that made him want to start wearing bright yellow just to be away from it, and then stuff he loved with all of his heart (and he did have one despite his modes of funishment being cruel and unusual). "I don't think you can."

Steven opened his mouth to say something until Adam ran a hand through his hair, revealing his eyes showing a bit of humor. Humor in those eyes was decidedly not a good sign around 97% of the time. But he wasn't going to back down, even if he felt like he was staring a starving lion in the eye dressed in a steak suit. He broke eye contact with a sigh, feeling submission bubbling to the surface that he refused to entertain right now.

"Steven, you always lose, why even bother?" Connie asked him with a belly laugh. "You guys do that bromance staring contest and every time you guys break before he does."

Adam, now on a roll, tucked his beanie back on his head with clear view of his eyes and glanced at Connie. Suddenly she was very interested in the fridge behind him as her face morphed into the cherry on top of his afternoon. "That's what I thought you said: nothing."

Hazel snorted and nudged a pouting Steven. "We can do it, we just have to find our dark side."

"My dark side is rose pink, Hazel. I'm not an emo boy."

The rest of them started making faces that made him sit up and scoff indignantly.

"I mean... you do get that look rarely..." Anna told him sheepishly. "That 'I played with whips and chains and then decided being an assassin was more fun' face that always makes me suddenly forget what walking is."