emo band texts 2 // emo quartet au

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friday
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aug 12th, 2022
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12:17 PM / 12:17
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"Hey, did those gremlins leave yet?" Mai said as she walked through the front door, looking at Alex and I.

Also, Mikey and Frank.

The aforementioned gremlins.

"Oh," she said with a dull expression, walking away towards the kitchen.

"Excuse me, did you just call me a gremlin?!" Frank gasped, standing up and following Mai. Mikey just rolled his eyes and went back to whatever he was doing on his phone. I was interested in how Mai would handle a slightly hungover Frank so I followed suit, with an amused looking Alex directly behind me.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Mai challenged as she opened the fridge.

"Yes, I do, because you're shorter than me!" Frank exclaimed.

"And?" Mai retorted, raising an eyebrow. "You're the one covered in tattoos." She took a carton of eggs as though there wasn't a fuming 5'6" slightly hungover man right behind her.

"That still doesn't mean you get to call me a gremlin!" Frank exclaimed with a whining tone.

The two went back and forth as Alex and I watched them.

"You're his girlfriend. Aren't you gonna stop him?" I asked Alex.

Alex laughed, "Nah, this is oddly entertaining."

"Well, just know you've let hell itself loose." I chuckled, turning my attention back to the scene in front of us.

Mai reached into the fridge again a took out a stick of butter, a container of mushrooms, and an onion, all while Frank was talking her ear off.

"Are you even listening to me?" he spat.

"No, because I'm trying to make lunch. And you can starve for all I care if you keep yapping next to my ear you gremlin mutt," Mai replied with an air of sass.

Alex and I suppressed the urge to burst into laughter.

Here in front of us were two grown adults, one fully tattooed yet exponentially short, and one that was the epitome of an adult in a 12 year–old's body.

Alex walked over to a fuming Frank, which is very amusing for someone of his stature. "Frank, I think your hangover is getting to you–"

"Did you just call me a mutt?!" Frank shouted.
Mai, continuing with the passive aggressive front, was struggling to maintain a straight face as she turned on the stove.

"Frank if you don't shut the fuck up right now I'm seriously not gonna feed you any lunch."

Frank turned around to face Alex. "Alex, you'll share your food with me, right?"

"You're so fucking funny for thinking that."

I burst into laughter, as did Mai. Alex sighed and dragged Frank out of the kitchen.

"MIKEY, NOT YOU TOO!" Frank exclaimed.

And very faintly, I could hear Mikey giggling in amusement.

Mikey Fucking Way.

Laughing.

"That's an oof." Mai muttered, cracking an egg.