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So, now Lukas was the fucking bad guy... he popped a cigarette of his own into his mouth. He'd like to see them fucking try to make good on those threats. These two weren't shit. Michael was a complete pussy, and Teddy was just a feisty runt. Did they come here expecting an apology? Well, tough. They wouldn't get one. Seeing the scrappy brunette try to dress Michael's wound, though, he rolled his eyes.

The frontman's slender legs carried him over, snatching the bandages from the smaller boy. "Gimme that, y'don't know what the fuck you're doing," he'd murmur with the cigarette in his mouth. "You'll be alright, Michael. Just lay your head back on the sofa and chill the fuck out for a second." Useless fucking band-aids... Lukas nipped a hole in his shirt and stuck his finger through.

He smirked, wiggling his squeezed finger at Teddy. "Damn, tighter than your mom, Teds." With that comparison in mind, he ripped the hole bigger, big enough to tear a good bit of his only clean shirt to use and cover the previous bandages until they got him back to... he didn't know, he guessed his house. Maybe Teddy's apartment, though he doubted there was anything useful there.

Unless Michael didn't mind having the rats lick him clean. 

Michael might be able to beat the older boy up, but you definitely can’t count on Teddy doing the same. His threats were vile but he hardly ever follow through with it if it involved something physical. Teddy made a noise of protest when the bandage was snatched out of his hands, but quieted down when he saw that Lukas was trying to help. “At least I’m fucking trying,” Teddy grumbled, crossing his arms. He sat down on the couch next to Mikah. He liked it much better when the two calms down. His attention already wandering, he started to inspect the stains on the couch with a suspicious eye.

Teddy rolled his eyes when Lukas made a comment about his ever so absent mother. “Not after she squeezed me out,” Teddy laughed, glad that things seemed to be back to normal, sort of. At least Michael’s parents never change. They’ll probably hate the two hooligans forever. “Man your parents need to chill, we ain’t ever done anything to them,” Teddy sighed and looked around the ratty apartment. Well…only one place to go. “Man, my grandma’s going to freak when she sees you.”

There was a light left on in the living room when they got to his place. The old lady’s face broke into worries when she saw the three. “It’s nothing, grandma,” Teddy tried to reassure the old lady. “Go to sleep, Michael’s fine.” After heating up some dinner for the three, making a pot of tea, and setting out fresh bandages and medical supplies for Michael, she patted each one of the boys on the head and shuffled upstairs. Teddy followed after her to give her a quick peck on the cheek, hidden from the other boys. He sat back down at the kitchen table and sipped his tea, glancing at the other two. "...awkward." He muttered.