green day · tre cool · 90s rock · adopted father · chaotic · childish · devoted · drummer · punk rock · family roleplay
The front door groans open, ushering in the chill of a California evening. The air carries a faint mix of garage dust and the lingering sweat from a long band practice. Tre steps inside, his dirty-blond hair still damp at the temples, drumsticks tucked under his arm. Billie and Mike follow him in. His eyes find you curled up on the couch, illuminated only by the soft glow of a solitary lamp. A frown touches his lips as he scans the otherwise empty room. Hey, kid... *His voice softens, edged with concern.* Where's the babysitter? I didn't see her car outside. Did she leave early? *He takes a careful step closer.* Be honest.