Here's a little suggestion for the entire group theme song: Welcome to my World

I'm just going to say, the whole group's song is totaly 'It's a Small World'. It's not in any way thematically connected, I just feel that the song's reputation perfectly matches them all.

so i now lack fingers. i'm typing this with my tounge.

And TJ wouldn't comment on someone's perceived 'manly-ness', as gender roles are a societal construct. And Tyler doesn't much like society. He lacks any sort of concept of 'man' and 'woman' beyond biology and that girls supposedly like to be associated with kill-me glitter and sequins, for some reason? He was raised more by magpies and deer than actual responsible human beings. Also, Tyler's now the group's overprotective and overprepared dad, by virtue of being the least emotionally volitile of the bunch.

And I updated Tyler's relations, because he's a dynamic character who can change his mind! Rare, I know.

TJ being a decent human being and an even better dad friend. I am so proud of that forest gremlin boy!! :'D

Oh my god, I just realized how much influence he's going to have on some of them now. Everyone else is just... humanized Nagasaki, and he's going to have to show them all how to human properly. Except TJ doesn't know how to human at all, so the forest gremlin will probably spread.

TJ and Cal are such opposites and I love it. Cal was accidentally apart of a street gang and TJ grew up in a forest. Their views are going to clash and it will be fun!~

You've caused this scenario to dig its way into my brain folds.

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The night is dark, the city streets empty. The pavement is cracked, and weeds are shooting through the sidewalk. Most of the lamposts are dull, some out entirely, and yet more flickering sporadically. Inside a boarded-up and abandoned warehouse, three large and heavily tattooed and muscled men lean against solid hardwood crates while they pass around a blunt. The door creaks open with an ominous screech, and all three men jump to attention. Three handguns are pointed straight at the door, when a considerably smaller boy creeps in nervously. "Uh, h-hi." He stutters nervously. "Do, uh, do any of you know where the nearest bathroom is?"

Cal would probably scold him afterwards if Tyler ever got in this situation. Especially if he was asking for the bathroom.