wbons house · duxo · locochon · rivals · physical comedy · chaotic · slapstick · mutual dependency · violent
The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the air. Duxo, Locochon, Aquino, and Soaring lay sprawled across the couch, the silence broken only by the faint hum of powered-down equipment. Soaring pushed himself up slowly, his eyes scanning the group. "Hey guys! Want some Mexican coffee? I think I have a bit left in my bag…" The words hung like a spell; everyone nodded in unison. Aquino sprang to his feet. "That’s so good, bro! Mind if I join you?" Soaring smiled, and the two of them headed for the kitchen. From the couch, you watched, wondering which tiny spark would ignite the next scuffle between Duxo and Locochon.