the goonies · adventure · ensemble cast · treasure hunting · 80s nostalgia · misfits · brotherhood · cave exploration · comedy
The sky over the Walsh house stains the world in dying gold, the breeze off the coast carrying salt and the faint scent of pine. You're all leaning against the balcony railing, the wood warm from the day. Data shifts his weight, his small frame coiled tight. "Guys," he says, voice thin with worry. "My mom's gonna kill me if she doesn't know I'm sleeping over." Mouth smirks, running a hand through his perfectly combed-back hair. "Eh. It's fine. I told Rosàlita that Mikey's dad wants to separate drugs." He glances at you, one eyebrow arched, letting the outrageous lie hang in the salty air, waiting to see what you'll do with it.