Dustyn's face lights up when Erich enters the room. The others perk up too but not as much as little Dusty due to the bond they have. He stands up on the couch to hug Erich, and even this doesn't make him much taller than his adoptive father. "ERICH! YAY!" he cheers enthusiastically, squeezing him in the hug. Dustyn looks so much different from the last time he met with Erich. His peroxide blonde hair is reduced to just his fringe area as he's letting his natural, darker blond/caramel colour come out. The most notable change though is Dustyn's...weight. He's gained a few pounds to put it bluntly but it's all part of his new diet. Dustyn's on that protein, wanting to bulk up. He looks GOOD. Far from the petite, fragile cupcake he was. He's broader and that tight fitting shirt is very complimentary to his little pecs. It's just slightly odd on someone of his height, making him look a little bit...stocky. "It's been too long!!".

It certainly does seem to have been quite some time. It's not just Dustyn who is looking different now. The entire group has changed. Scott has ditched his floppy hair for something more swept back and sophisticated whilst getting more tattoos in the process. Oscar has also had a haircut, chopping off his famous curls and morphing it into a thick black quiff. Billy seems to have put some weight back on and has much more colouring back in his skin. He went through a phase of looking rather scrawny, ghostly white and...riddled. He looks glowing now. Saying that though, the elephant in the room is poor Riley. He was once the big Northern muscle man of the group but it's no secret that he's very ill. The guy has a form of cystic fibrosis as well as a multitude of other medical complications. His muscle mass has reduced significantly, he looks pasty white and he's sat with two crutches next to him. Riley still smiles away and greets Erich in a cheerful manner as always but there's an air of sadness and caution around him. They don't like to or even need to say it out loud. You just have to look at Riley to know...he's deteriorating.

"Actually we haven't smoked today. We just do it so much, it permanently lingers in the air!" Billy pipes up before chuckling and greeting Erich with a handshake. He might not be as close to him as Dusty but Billy is very fond of the man. Anyone who ingests things without question is cool with him. "So Cunty-Chops, you bring us back any souvenirs from...wherever the fuck you've been lately?" Billy is just so charming and polite.

While they're all talking, Oscar wonders over and looks out of the window. He sees a hearse parked in a specific space and his heart drops. "Uuhh...who is parked in Joshua Grimmie's space?"

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"No, no I'm not bulking up to fight. I could kick anyone's butt anyway! No, I just want to feel more...curvaceous." Dustyn blushes and giggles at the compliments, still haven't lost that innocent charm just yet. "Well at least someone is complimentary about my size." Dustyn glares over at Billy and scowls at him, looking more like a kitten that needs to sneeze rather than anything threatening.

Billy just laughs and calls back, "Those aren't pecs, those at tits! Porky!" Billy just loves being a dick. Obviously he's kidding but his words can seem cruel.

"They are pecs!!" Dustyn lifts up his shirt and he does look a lot more...beefy...but it is very toned and healthy, not flabby. "Erich, tell him it's pectoral muscles!" he whines, grabbing Erich's hand and placing it right on his left pec and...nipple.

Riley smiles back at Erich warmly despite looking like death. He's always had such a sunny, positive demeanour and this really shouldn't be happening to such a wonderful person. When Erich jokes about not seeing his willy, he has to think for a moment and look around the room. "Eh...well Billy gets it out most hours of the day, Oscar has a...movie, you're very close with Dustyn and Scott usually gets it out after a few drinks so...yeah, I think I am the only one, mate." Even though it's a rather odd conversation, Riley is more than happy to converse, being such a people person.

"You haven't seen his wee-wee yet?" Dustyn chimes in. "Oh you should. It's remarkable. It's really thick...like super thick...it's called "The Chub". I don't know what he feeds it." As Dustyn rambles on, trying to sell Riley's penis like he's on a home shopping network, Riley keeps trying to butt in, red-faced, but Dustyn continues. "Good 8 inches too, I'd say. Although he does have phimosis, which..."

"ANYWAY!" Bilal cuts in, saving Riley from further embarrassment. He knows how Dustyn can get when he starts rambling. "I believe Erich came bearing gifts. As the ethnic minority here, I have first dibs. Object and you're a racist homophobe." Billy doesn't even sound like he's joking. He'll literally do or say anything to be the one in control. Billy takes the entire bag and holds it up to the light. "How much should I take if I want a decent trip but nothing that'll leave me too scarred for the rest of the night?"

"Yep, Mr Grimmie..." Oscar nods and chuckles at Erich's reaction. Joshua certainly is a character alright. His name tends to evoke reactions such like this. "Speaking of Joshua, one of us have to sit down and talk with him on Wednesday. Arranging a meeting regarding damage control over the uh....the umm....leak..." Even mild mannered Oscar snickers at the joke. All the boys giggle but fall silent, not one of them wanting to take the meeting.

After a few seconds, Billy pipes up, "Oh...go on then. I'll do it. I could do with a laugh."

"I can fight really well. Just ask the others!" Dustyn's clearly no stranger to a brawl with his bandmates, who all nod in agreement...even Billy. Dustyn's like one of those little ankle biting dogs when he gets going. Small but freaking relentless. Dustyn frowns and places his hands on his hips. "I don't even know what curvaceous means...but whatever I am...I'm not porky!" Dustyn gives another scowl at Billy. "Are you laughing at me?!" Dustyn whines, nudging Erich a little whilst he's laughing.

"Here comes the temper..." Billy says quietly, hiding being his cup of tea. He watches as Erich examines his friend's pecs and tilts his head, observing curiously. "You know, if you're both cool with touching one another, I could get a camera and make a small fortune out of this. People go crazy for some "father" and "son" stuff." Billy smiles, actually contemplating the idea.

Billy's comments immediately make Dustyn pull his tee back down. "See..they are pecs. Thank you, Erich!" Dustyn smiles and pats him on the back. He giggles at the thought of penis enlargement pills and shakes his head. "Nooo I'd never take those and you certainly wouldn't have to judge!! Saying that, since I've been growing a little and bulking up, other things have been...developing too.." he giggles. Scott just about chokes on the slice of toast he's eating when Dustyn mentions he's grown even bigger.

This is the sort of conversation that mild mannered Riley has to sit through everyday. He just laughs, enjoying the banter between all of his mates. "Yeah, let's keep our relationship special, pal." Riley laughs, clearly not as eager to strip off as the others are. When he's asked about Chaelin, Riley is pleasantly surprised. He had no idea that Erich was familiar with his dating life and it's also nice to be asked about something else other than his health and the band. "Oh she's great, Erich. Getting back to work and adjusting after Celebrity Big Brother. Crazy show." Riley chuckles and shakes his head. He's definitely not the type to take part in such a show. After the assessment of his willy and Erich giving him two thumbs up, Riley laughs and his face turns all shades of pink. "Thanks man!" He gives him a thumbs up in return while fighting through the embarrassment. Erich hasn't seen it but after the detailed description he might as well have.

Billy pops one into his mouth, chewing it before downing some tea afterwards. It's an odd combination but it's Billy. He sits back down and just waits for something to happen.

Oscar laughs and comes away from the window, rejoining the group. "Yeah, you should see Joshua and Billy when they clash. It's the most amazing thing ever. Not that I support arguments and verbal abuse. It just amazes me how quick they are. They bounce responses and insults off of one another like nobody's business." Oscar is right. Every argument plays out like an award-winning scene from a movie. Joshua's educated responses bouncing off of Billy's cut-throat honesty really is something to witness. Oscar stops in his tracks and looks across the room at the goldfish bowl. "Erich, I think that's your keys at the bottom of the bowl. Where the hell is the fish?"

As Billy responds, he just stares at the table as he feels the effects slowly coming over him. "The fish gave me attitude so I taught it a lesson." Again, he doesn't seem to be joking. The rest of the group just fall silent, not even wanting to know what Billy has done to the poor goldfish.

"I saw the tape!" Dustyn says like an overzealous student answering a question to show off. He then recoils, realising that it's not something he should blurt out and it's rather odd for him to admit. "Well...I...I'm curious about the human body, OK?" he says quietly, sinking into the corner of the couch.

"I don't know what is weirder. The fact that you watched your adoptive father do it or that you watched straight porn..." Scott quips from over the coffee table.

"Shush!" Dustyn giggles, throwing a cushion over to his band mate. "So...are you Jewish, Erich?" Dustyn asks with a curious tilt of his head, obviously referring to....that.

Riley laughs and holds rubs his forehead. "My goodness, there's a lot of penis talk. My...assets, Dustyn's growth, Erich's tape, Oscar's tape...the list goes on!"

Oscar flails his arms about, "Nope, nope, no! My tape does not exist. That was...lookalikes. Stunt doubles. Blah, blah, blah. I didn't have a tape." He looks around with shifty eyes. It's pretty obvious that the Oscar now is not the same wild one from the tape all those years back. He's definitely mellowed out.

Joshua, as pretentious and intense as he may be, really isn't the enemy. He is just really passionate and has quite a few issues in his head. He's just a kid who often puts his foot in it. Billy, however, is really just a bully. In fact, the more you get to know the people he has an issue with, the more you see that Billy is just a dick with a chip on his shoulder. Take Payton for example. Billy and his influence had him billed as the #1 enemy and pulled every string he could to show him in a negative light when, in reality, Payton is pretty chill. Billy plays with his lighter and looks over at Erich after he cracks his joke about the fish. "There's nothing funny about the situation, Erich..." he says while holding up the flame, looking very sinister. He's starting to trip though so one shouldn't take much notice.

Riley clears his throat loudly to cut the tension before changing the subject. "There are some beers in the mini fridge if you all want to warm up..."

Dustyn's eyes widen as Erich speaks before he cringes and recoils to the edge of the sofa, completely horrified at the bris story. "Uuhhhh, I don't like vaginas!!". Dustyn has a look of genuine fear on his face and is almost on the verge of tears. That is until he spots the cupcakes sitting on the coffee table. "Ooooh!!". He reaches over and grabs one, immediately lightening up.

Billy giggles and just sinks into his chair as the plant's effects start to kick in. His eyes are lowered and he appears to be focusing on Riley, who feels a little uncomfortable having Billy just look over and smirk at him. Billy sinks further into the chair and tilts his head back as he starts to trip. "This is....HA!!!" he says, laughing from his belly.

Scott sighs and shakes his head in disapproval of the drugged up Bilal. "Great, how are we going to go out with him off his face like this?"

Dustyn bites into his cupcake and speaks with a mouthful. "We could always stay here!" he exclaims, projecting bits of cake onto the carpet. "We got alcohol, snacks and comfy couches. What else do we need?"

The others nod in agreement while Riley stands up, gripping onto his crutches for support. "I'll bring some beers over," he says in a rather breathy, tired voice. When he stands up, it is a rather shocking sight. He's known for being the tall, 6'1 bulky member but now he's all hunched over like he has pain in his core. Riley hasn't shrunk but he doesn't possess a lot of strength. Not even enough to properly stand upright. He's hunched over way below eye level with Erich and appears to be extremely dependant on those crutches for support. Again, the room falls silent and the sober members of the band just have this look of sadness on their faces as they watch him. "I'll give you a hand, buddy," says Oscar. He places a hand on Riley's back and aids him over to the kitchen area. Dustyn watches them walk off then makes some eye contact with Erich. It's obviously very upsetting to him.

Billy slowly slips off the edge of his chair while giggling, looking as if he's melting right into the floor. He lays down on his back and stares up at the ceiling, still laughing and smiling away. It's the happiest he's looked and sounded in a while. "I feel...I feel...like I'm being lifted by a thousand angels...and they're all slutty as fuck!!" Billy bursts out laughing before raising both his legs up in the air. Scott takes his phone out and starts to record.

As much as Dustyn wants to go out and party, the child at heart just LOVES the idea of building a fortress out of all the couch cushions. In a building filled with offices, there's plenty of cushions and pillows to use. He stands up on the couch and claps excitedly. "Oh goody!! Can we actually do that?! Oh it would be so fun! We could mess around with Billy too. Not in that way though. Although last time I got drunk, he smeared mayo on my butt! Need to get him back for that." Dustyn chuckles but then looks over at the intoxicated Billy while formulating a plan in his head.

Riley doesn't complain or even ask for help despite his condition. Oscar just jumps in to help because he's a good person and he knows that Riley wouldn't ask for assistance. Dustyn can see Erich's facial expression, clearly worried about the guy. Dustyn just gives him a thumbs up as if to say that Riley is somewhat alright. It's not as if his bones are fragile so if he falls, he won't hurt himself. Riley and Oscar make their way back over to the table with a few beers while Scott is still recording Billy, who still has his legs way up in the air.

Dustyn takes a little nibble of the plant before spitting it out onto the floor. "Ew!" he blurts, totally disgusted by it. "That tastes like dust!" Dustyn scrunches up his face and pokes his tongue out, trying to air it out. He grabs a beer and downs some of it before shuddering. "It could do with some seasoning...and if I do have a teeny trip, those angels better be male or I'm suing you!" Dustyn does his best to play a threatening role but it always comes off as cute. He's like a fussy toddler at times.

"No, no. No casting couch here." Oscar chuckles, setting some of the beers down with Riley on the table. "Although I have no idea what else goes on in the offices. I mean, we're not the only five who work here. Also, Billy's brought Jerry around here a few times. You never know..." Oscar raises an eyebrow and looks down at Billy who is still sprawled out on the floor. He really wouldn't put it past him to get up to something in here. "Also, some members of this band would snort things for free. Save your money, Mr Hess!"

Dustyn's eyes widen at the possibility that it wasn't mayo. "But...what else could it have been?"

Scott tilts his head and narrows his eyes, piecing things together. "Wait. Billy hates mayo. I don't think he'd be in possession of it. I think it might have been something else."

Dustyn whimpers and wipes a fake tear from his eye. "I feel so used." He tries to shake the thought of all the gross things that it could have been. Dustyn clears his throat and stands up, clapping his hands together and forcing himself to make things slightly more upbeat. "Right...I'm gonna go steal loads of cushions so we can build a big fortress. Oooh this will be so much fun!!" Dustyn giggles and hops off the couch and out of the office.

Before Riley gets a chance to answer Erich, Scott scoffs and butts in. "Of course he drinks. Riley's from Leeds. More specifically, the Beeston area. They drink beer like it's tap water!" Scott laughs and takes a beer. Riley rolls his eyes at Scott's jibe at his hometown. Erich probably isn't familiar with the place but it is an extremely rough area. Even the pigeons carry switchblades. Riley doesn't seem like the type to come from there given that he's so mild mannered. However, taking into account his gruff Northern voice, once huge stature and the fact that he can handle Billy and his nonsense, Riley might just have a rather powerful dark side. "Yeah man, beer won't affect my diet," Riley says with a small smile as he grabs one for himself. He makes sure not to say "vegan" because even he finds that word pretentious and annoying. He doesn't want to seem like one of those who shoves his lifestyle down every else's throats.

Dustyn shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer. The whole Adonis thing really isn't for him. He already has an impressive willy himself, why bring two into the equation? "Killer abs and large dongs? That isn't really my fantasy. Might be Billy's though. I prefer more cuddlier...hairier guys." Dustyn smirks. He places the plant piece that Erich gave him into his pocket. He's definitely saving that for the right moment.

"Dustyn likes bears, really." Scott says while snickering from behind his beer bottle

Offended, Dustyn gasps and puts his hands on his hips. He's ready to educate. "Not bears! Dallas isn't a bear. He just...has some awesome facial hair. I'm not into bears. I don't...get off on the whole...bear and twink...daddy/son thing..." Dustyn sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than anyone else. "But to be honest...I'd rather date a bear than a pumped up muscle stud. That does nothing for me."

Dustyn shudders again as he recalls waking up and having to wipe off whatever was on his butt cheek while trying not to cry. "Well whatever the hell it was, I just cleaned it off and took five showers afterwards. Wasn't hanging around to figure it out. With Billy there really is no telling what it could have been! He has no shame, no fear and no boundaries. Hoping it was Alfredo sauce though. Billy's a chef so he must have loads of it on hand. Right?" Dustyn looks around, wanting everyone to agree with him to put his mind at rest.

He leaves the room with Erich and runs up and down the corridors in his socks, bursting into the lounges he comes across and grabbing as many couch cushions as he can. Thankfully, none of the rooms seem to be in use. "I may not have thought this through..." he says, holding two under each of his underarms and one in each hand. Little Dustyn can't seem to hold much more.

Dustyn raises an eyebrow when Erich mentions that people start to talk when they stay over. He hadn't really thought of that. Dustyn's just a people person and is a social butterfly. He sees everything as just being friendly but he can understand how others must view his closeness with Erich and other friends as...sketchy. "Wait...people talk about us? I hope they're saying nice things. They know I'm the bottom, right?!" Dustyn is more concerned over people getting his position right rather than the taboo nature of it all.

Dustyn giggles and loads up the cushions onto Erich's back like some sort of overworked mule. "It's fun being on all fours, right?" he giggles, piling up a few more cushions. Dustyn then decides it'll be fun to climb on top of the pillows, straddling Erich. He doesn't weight much but it is sure awkward as hell carrying loads of couch cushions and a Dustyn on your back. "Giddy up!!!" Dustyn giggles, swinging his little feet around Erich's sides.

"Aw, you think I'm the pretty one?!" Dustyn glows, loving the little compliment. He usually pretends to hate all the comments about him being cute and everything else that comes with being the baby-faced short one in the group. Dustyn really loves it though and it's healthy for his ego and self esteem. He's been complimented for YEARS, day in and day out by friends and fans so if you don't call him cute...he oddly takes offence. He loves being the little adorable one. It's sort of like a child who wants to remain the baby and grows extremely jealous if a new baby sibling comes along. Dustyn is the endearing pop boy and NOBODY else is allowed to be.

Dustyn giggles as Erich starts to move down the hall. It's not exactly the most adrenaline pumping experience but being transported down the hallway on the back of another man while trying to hold on is pretty fun. "We need to travel to the left...I mean west. I know it's a treacherous road but it's a goldmine of supplies. We stock up there and we should have no reason to make any other journeys out here in this wasteland." Dustyn mimics the voice of Erich, sounding freakishly like him as they mess around and roleplay. He soon breaks character though and starts giggling. "This is fun!"