"Everyone says there's no such thing as bad publicity…" Valeria said, pausing to think. "Pfft, yeah, well, whoever said that is a fucking idiot," the man answered back with a humorous scoff. Seriously, at this point, cancel culture should've made that very clear. But, then again, there were always some dumbasses out there.
"That'd be one hell of comeback, I'll tell ya what," the man chuckled. "Imagine, a five year old song suddenly coming back from the dead, and all the old fans demanding the group get back together. Geez." The man shrugged. "Stranger things have happened though, I guess."
She'd laughed at him when he'd asked her not to film him, countering with a, "I don't get to see you—the real you—often, so this is perfect~"
"Yeah, well the real me has undereye bags worse than the one's I got in-game," the very tired Ari joked back as the girl stuck her tongue out at him childishly. Despite her resistance though, she put away her phone without any further cajoling from Ari as he slipped his hand from hers to listen to a particularly annoying pinkette's voice message.
"Pretty sure that's something siblings say about one another all the time." Valeria replied, as she too heard the two girl's voices. "God, please don't say that. I can't even believe we're the same species, let alone wanting to think about sharing a gene pool with her," the man answered, putting both hands back on the wheel.
"And we have arrived," the man said as they pulled into the house's driveway, parking beside the blue mustang. Turning off the engine, Ari stepped out of the car, rolling his shoulders and stretching slightly before noticing that Nico was still sitting in the car. "What's up with her?" he asked Dayeon, looking at her with a raised brow.