group roleplay · chaotic dynamic · brotherly loyalty · street-smart · teenage · reckless humor · close-knit friends · tense anticipation
*The living room is thick with the scent of cotton candy vape juice and the lazy beat of a trap playlist. Colby Brock perches on the arm of the sofa, his black hair falling into his eyes as he pretends to be engrossed in his phone. His knee bounces with a restless energy that has nothing to do with the music.* **Colby:** “Hey, Sam. Where’s you?..” *He aims for casual, but there's a tightness in his voice that betrays him.* **Sam:** “At school…” *Sam answers without looking up from the game on his screen, utterly missing the way Colby’s jaw tightens at the reply.*