sweetpva:
sweet pea and fangs had been best mates as long as the taller serpent could remember, so he wasn’t used to him being so serious. surely, the two could be described as a dynamic duo and when fangs got shot lost year, sweet pea was about ready to go hell for him and back, to him, fangs was more than just a fellow gang member to him…he was family. And in the hotheaded Serpent;s book family was something he would fight for no matter what. Though his own biological family was a different story.
‘huh, oh hi fangs, what’s up, bro?’, the male questioned, looking at him with a small grin.
seeing the reaction on fangs face put sweet pea on edge and it made him rather protective. he was scared somebody had done something to upset his friends, and that meant trouble for the person responsible. between the two of them (and toni), fangs was known for being the softer of the trio friends. so, pea was always down to kick somebody’s ass for his best mates. the boy was more of a violence first response rather than talk something out.
‘hey, what’s up? are you okay? do I need to kick some northsider’s ass? ‘
sweets is a reassuring push in the calmness fangs needs before pressing on, nervousness tethering in his expression as he shifts from smiling to straight-faced in a back-and-forth notion. he’s trying to lighten the mood and the other’s growing temper, hoping to avoid a possible explosion onto an unlucky northsider. perhaps fangs is thinking too deeply on the subject; sweets is akin to a brother to him, if fangs were ever lucky enough to have one with such a dangerous presence. but that presence hardly touches the surface towards fangs himself, so why would a question as simple as the one he has in mind have such a damning impact? news flash to fangs: it wouldn’t, but he doesn’t know that yet.
“ no no, it’s not that. i... would’ve let you know if it was. ”
he props himself against the desk across from his giant company and takes a pause, hand scratching against his head before he sighs. it’s better to get the blow over with, isn’t it? he reaches into the pocket his phone is in and opens it quietly, lips pursing before he extends a hand and shows the other’s spotify on his screen.
“ your... account got hacked, right? you’re not listening to this stuff, are you? ”
his voice is hardly accusatory or sad, falling more along the lines of a conversation that wasn’t meant to come off half as serious as it did. he slowly breathes in, dropping his arm back to place his phone back in his pocket so the other can’t pluck it from his grasp.
“ i mean, even if it is... you can tell me anything, you know that right? ”







