The Mandela catalog! [My OC au! from Taro'sperspective]

dinner

Taro exited the building, starting to walk back home while putting on his headphones. Thatcher realized Taro was going to walk back home. It was already 11:30 PM. Taro saw a familiar car approaching him. It was Thatcher's car. “You shouldn’t be walking out this late. I could drop you off.” Thatcher offered. “Oh um I’m okay, thanks though.”  Taro said, politely declining Thatcher’s offer. “This isn’t a choice. Look how careless  you’re being, walking with headphones on, alone. It’d be so easy for someone to just come and pick you up. I’m driving you home.” Thatcher said this in an assertive tone, making it clear he wasn’t going to let him walk home in the dark. “Oh okay. Well um, thank you” Taro kind of whispered, climbing into the car.  “Mhm, it’s really not safe for you to be doing that” Thatcher replied, the aroma of coffee,  cigarettes and alcohol filled the air. Taro’s phone rang, it was Cesar. He picked up the phone. “Hey, I know you’re not home but when you get home do you want to come over for dinner? Dave Lee is here. Also I know you’re with Thatcher right now, so could ya also invite him? Ander is also invited… he might try to kill me again otherwise.” Cesar said this hoping for Taro to come over, after all Mark is asleep most of the time, Adam only really consumes raw meat, Jonah is always high, and Cesar is exhausted. “Yeah. You’re on speaker he can hear you.” Taro managed to get out, before nearly falling asleep. Cesar hung up the phone. Thatcher drove 15 minutes to Taro’s house, which was across the street from Cesar’s house. Taro was fighting sleep. After all, he had been running a lot, so it’d make sense for Taro to be tired. Thatcher pulled into Taro and Ander’s driveway. Taro didn’t have a car. Not because he couldn’t afford one, but because Cesar doesn’t want him driving without him in the car and he said it’d be pointless to buy one. Taro walked into his house, they had just moved in so it wasn’t decorated. “If Dave Lee saw this lack of decoration, he’d lose his shit” Thatcher said this while laughing. “Yeah we haven’t had a chance to decor-” Taro was immediately bearhugged by Ander. “Hi! I missed you! You take so long to respond! I thought you died for a sec!” Ander said this, very excitedly. “I’m gonna head over to Cesar’s house”, Thatcher said, a bored look on his face. “M’k” Taro’s voice was muffled, he probably looked like a human teddy bear being hugged like that by Ander. “We’re going to Cesar's house for dinner by the way” Taro said, no longer muffled with his head turned to the side. “Okaay, lets get going” Ander said this a huge grin, forming on his face like he was plotting something. Ander let go of Taro so he could put some shoes on. If it were up to Ander, he would be wearing house shoes with long mismatch socks. But Taro somewhat took after Cesar in terms of formalness. “Alright, now lets go” Taro said, looking like he could collapse at any moment. They walked across the street to Cesar’s house and knocked on the door. Cesar answered the door, his face lighting up when he saw Taro. “It’s nice to see you, Taro! Hello Ander…” Cesars expression changed from excitement to anxiety. He had every reason to be scared of Ander, after all Ander once tried to choke Cesar in his sleep and told Cesar that he would actually kill him if he ever told Taro about the impulsive murder attempt. "Hello." Ander said, glaring at Cesar. "Hi Ces!" Taro said, very tiredly. He looked so exhausted he could pass out, he hugged Cesar. "You look so tired, kiddo. You should sit down." Cesar said, holding Taro up so he wouldn't face plant due to pure exhaustion.