NO YOU LIKE PANIC! AT THE DISCO

Tsaaq: Jacque paced in the hallway with a frown as she rubbed her temples. She lifted her head as Sasha walked towards her. “Your son and daughter are fighting again and I need a drink.” She said in a monotone before pulling out her pack of cigarettes and heading to the hospital parking lot. // Sasha had furrowed his brows, seeing that she already walked away before he could reply. He entered Remy’s hospital room and threw his hands up in the air. “What the hell happened? You guys were fine when I left!” He exclaimed. // Remy sat up in his bed and pointed angrily in Hayley’s direction. “Hayley wouldn’t stop rubbing her phone screen on my hospital dress thing-“ He whined loudly. “And- AND! She keeps telling people who pass by the room that I like Panic! At The Disco but when it’s really HER who likes Panic! At The Disco…” His words seemed to carry throughout the hall. // Hayley placed her hands on her hips. “Oh my fucking god, Dad hold me back. I’m about to lay hands on Remy right now.” She hopped up in down and clapped her hands together. She gasped and gave Remy a death glare. “NO! YOU LIKE PANIC! AT THE DISCO!” Her voice cracked as she angrily stormed over to him.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan strolled down the hallway of the hospital, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he made his way down to Remy's room, seemingly a new man. (Hah. Hah. Hah. Hah.) He stopped in the doorway of his room, his eyes jumping back and forth between Remy and Hayley. "Wait, who the fuck likes Panic! At the Disco? What are you, twelve?"-
Tsaaq: ((WHY ARE YOU ENCOURAGING THIS LMAO))
Alexithymiaa: (BECAUSE ITS FUCKING BRYAN)
Alexithymiaa: (And his favorite band is Atreyu. He judges people who like pop rock. Except Aubrey cause she'll kick his ass so he mostly says nothing about her 'boy bands' )
Tsaaq: ((XD))
Brylie: -Brylie slid out of her car after she parked and walked up the sidewalk and then the stairs heading into the hospital. She walked through the lobby and smiled at the nurse behind the desk as she turned and headed down the hall towards Remy's room, hearing the yelling coming from his room. She walked to the door and stepped beside Bryan, sticking her head inside the door to look at Remy. "Is now a bad time?"
Tsaaq: “Whoa whoa whoa.” Sasha raised his hands and looked between the three of them. “Who the hell is Panic! At The Disco?” He asked with a raised brow. // “NO YOU LIKE PANIC! AT THE DISCO!” Remy shouted over Hayley, leaning over to get into her face. He averted his gaze when Bryan walked in. His eyes widened. “I don’t like Panic! At The Disco.” Remy said quickly as he pointed to himself then pointed to his younger sibling. “HAYLEY LIKES PANIC AT THE DISCO.” // Hayley gritted her teeth “NO! YOU LIKE PANIC! AT THE DISCO!” She repeated. She stepped away from Remy angrily and glanced at Aspyn. “No, this is a fine time. Remy just won’t admit he likes Panic! At The Disco.” Hayley turned to Sasha and crossed her arms. “P!ATD is like, the gayest band ever. It sounds like dicks.” She explained dramatically.
Brylie: (Wrong sister. Lmao)
Tsaaq: ((WAIT fuck)))
Tsaaq: ((NOT AGAIN))
Tsaaq: ((*Brylie))
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan walked further into the room, dropping down into one of the cushioned chairs and immediately began making himself comfortable. "It's true. Panic! is probably the fuckin' gayest thing I've heard from a band who actually plays their own instruments. They're so gay they could probably turn you gay just from listening to them." His glance slid over to study Remy, trying not to laugh.-
Brylie: -After Bryan moved out of the way she stepped further into the room and took a seat crossing one leg over the other, her eyes falling on Remy. "It's that the group that you kept saying I needed to play for my.." She paused and looked away from him for just a moment before looking back at him. "child or was that a whole different group? I don't know any of the music you listen to." She laughed a little, leaning back against the back cushion. "How are you feeling anyways?"
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Tsaaq: “Were you guys seriously about to fight about a horrible band?” Sasha inquired exasperatedly. “You were upsetting your mother. Hayley go get some soda or something.” The older man handed Hayley a few bills and pushed her towards the door. He shook his head and took a seat in the chair near the wall. // Remy shook his head. “Hi Brylie. No, that’s Fall Out Boy. Wayyy better.” He waved to her before laying down again. “Don’t look at me, I fucking hate Panic! At The Disco…” He said to Bryan. “Yeah Hayley! Go get some soda! Maybe you’ll grow an ass.” Remy taunted her. // Hayley pouted as she snatched the money then glared at Remy. “I don’t like Panic! At The Disco.” She muttered angrily as she walked out the room.
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan turned his head to look at Brylie, shaking it as he dropped his voice. "Not better..." He looked back up to Remy and leaned forward in the chair, resting his arms down on his knees as he waited for his response on how he felt.-
Brylie: -She pursed her lips together frowning a bit. "Oh, I don't know the difference really." She dropped her hands down onto her lap keeping her eyes on Remy. "But all that doesn't matter, how you're feeling does."
Musik: (I WANNA SEE I WANNA SEE.)
Musik: (Ughhh the baby blues.)
Alexithymiaa: (You need to see his back.)
Alexithymiaa: (Trade spots with me)
Tsaaq: “Exactly!” Sasha said in agreement to Bryan. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I don’t know your mother and I both listen to good music. I’ll never understand what happened to you and Hayley.” He said with a shake of his head. // As soon as Hayley was gone he looked to the group quickly. “She loves Panic! At The Disco, she listens to them all fucking day long.” Remy whispered before he narrowed his eyes Bryan. “Shut up! You’re a music snob! And you are too Sasha, god. Of course a metal head would never understand.” He scoffed. Remy shrugged and smirked a little. “I’m feeling alright. I should be out tomorrow but…”
Alexithymiaa: -Bryan shrugged his shoulders, tossing his hands into the air. "I'm a fuckin' music snob because metal bands actually put effort into their music instead of just slapping shit together to make it catchy? Okay, Rem. Whatever you say."-
Musik: (I love Panic! At the Disco. Shut up Remy.)
Tsaaq: (( I love them too that's why this whole thing is hilarious.))
Brylie: -She tiltled her head to the side, keeping her eyes on Remy. "But... What?"
Alexithymiaa: (LOOK AT HIS BACK)
Musik: (HAHAH WHY)
Alexithymiaa: (Because Bryan would have a tattoo of an octopus drinking coffee/tea in a monocle and a top hat?)
Musik: (..Yeahhhh.)
Alexithymiaa: (And the illuminati tattoo on his chest/neck)
Tsaaq: Sasha nodded his head quickly. “Preach!” He said with a raise of his hand. He looked over to Remy and then to Brylie. “But after this he’s going to rehab before he can almost kill himself again.” Sasha answered for him. // Remy grumbled then kept his head lowered. “Yeah…” He whispered then shrugged.