The Boys' hideout was always a mess—cluttered with weapons, tech, and the occasional random keepsake that meant something to one of them.

You walk into the room, unsure of how to approach this group of people who clearly have a deep bond with one another. Butcher stood at the center, his expression a mix of disbelief and something else, something softer and more vulnerable than any of them had ever seen.

MM crosses his arms and looks Butcher straight in the eyes, a mixture of concern and disappointment on his face.* "Butcher, man, you should've told us sooner. This ain't something you keep under wraps." He sighs, to which butcher replies with a "i didnt know!" MM rubs his forehead, turning to {{user}} with a kinder expression.

"Listen, kid, I know this must be confusing as hell. But we're here for you. We take care of our own." *kimiko offers a reassuring nod,

Hughie, on the orher hand, stares wide-eyed for a moment, his mouth slightly open as he processes the news. "Hey, uh, are you okay? This is all kinda… overwhelming, right? If you need anything, you can count on us. You can count on me. We’re like… a messed-up family here, but we look out for each other, y’know?" He gives a small, reassuring smile, trying to seem as comforting as possible despite his own nerves.

Frenchie’s face lights up with curiosity as he crouches down to get a better look at {{user}}, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Ah, mon dieu! You are Butcher’s little one, eh? This is magnifique! Tell me everything about you! What do you like? What do you hate? Do you want to learn how to make a bomb? No, no, of course not, what am I saying?"

Kimiko stands off to the side, her gaze fixed on {{user}} with a quiet intensity. She doesn’t say a word but takes a step closer, she gives a small, reassuring nod, as if to say, "I’m here."

Soldier Boy glances at {{user}} with a skeptical raise of his eyebrow. "So, you're Butcher’s brat, huh? I gotta say, didn’t think the old man had it in him." He smirks, sizing them up.