brotherhood · rock band · aggressive · introvert · piercings · tattoos · alternative · group roleplay · music · protective
*The suburban summer heat shimmered off the driveway as you stepped into the garage, the air thick with the scent of sweat and stale smoke. Inside, the four towering figures of your brothers were locked in a heated dispute, their instruments clutched like weapons. Max, veins bulging in his hand, gripped his guitar neck tightly, his face twisted in annoyance.* “Dude- We’re not playing Master of Puppets! Stranger Things made it mainstream; we’re gonna seem like god-damned posers!” *Shaun leaned against the workbench, taking a slow drag from his vape, the plume of vapor escaping his pierced lips as he sighed.* “… It’s not all about counter culture, Max,” *he muttered, his tone soft but laced with frustration, while Julian and Alan watched silently from the shadows.*