Frerard and Umbrella Academy, my two favorite things
Frank after a show, covered in sweat: What’s up Gee?
Gerard: My dick
Mikey: Good morning.
Ray: Good morning!
Gerad: You sound like robots, spice it up a bit!
Frank, kicking down the door: MORNING MOTHER FUCKERS!! *back flips off table* LET PLAY SOME MUSIC!! *flips said table* THE FUTURE IS BULLET PROOF *kicks Gee in the balls* THE AFTER MATH IS SECONDARY *rips door off hinges* IT’S TIME TO DO IT NOW AND DO IT LOUD *sets world on fire* KILL JOYS MAKE SOME NOISE
Gerard, from the ground: I take it back, robots are fine
Gerard: Hey guys, may I introduce you to my girlfriend?
Y/N: Hey, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.
Frank: You couldn’t find anything better?
Gerard: Don’t you dare insult my girlfriend!
Frank: Shut up, I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to her
Mikey, to Ray: *whispering* I thought he was dating Frank
Gerard: Don’t tell Frank, but I’d fuck him if he asked.
Frank, across the room: What.
Gerard: What.
Mikey, from the couch: He said he’d fuck you if you asked.
Ray: Whats up Mikey?
Mikey, after having to deal with Gerard and Frank all day: My blood pressure
*Mikey, Ray, and Frank in a hotel room waiting for Gee to come back from the store*
Gee, busting through the door: GUESS WHO JUST GOT APPLE FLAVORED SHAMPOO!
Frank: *grabs it and runs into the bathroom*
*shower turns on*
Gee: WAIT NO I MENT SCENTED
Frank: HOLY SHIT IT TASTE LIKE APPLES TOO
~TWO MINUTES LATER~
Frank: I JUST THREW UP
Mikey: There is a strict no-animals policy on the Bus
Gerard: Okay
Mikey: Except for Frank’s high horse which occasionally makes an appearance.
Ray: I regret getting you that blender for your birthday.
Frank, sipping cake: why?
Frank: did you know that atoms never touch each other? And since we’re made of atoms, we’ve never touched anything in our entire lives
Mikey:
Frank: so to answer your question no I did not kick Gee in the-
Frank: So, there’s a problem—
Ray: Wait, before you tell me...
Ray, turning to the other members: Taking bets! Bets on who’s to blame, what it is, how illegal it is...all are welcome!
Gerard: $100 it’s Frank’s fault.
Frank: Wow, do you have no faith in me?
Gerard: Right, sorry. $200.
Kidnapper: Get me a hundred thousand dollars within the next 24 hours if you want your singer back.
Gerard, tied up in the background: A hundred thou- You think I am ONLY worth one hundred thousand?
Kidnapper:
Gerard: Make it one billion!
Ray: Gee, I swear to God.
Frank: What time is it?
Mikey: A quarter ‘til 4.
Frank: That means nothing to me. I speak English, not math.
Frank: Gee, I would die for you ;)
Gerard, gripping him with the strength of 1000 suns: I would never let that happen
Frank: Ray, I would die for you :)
Ray: Bold of you to assume I can die
Frank: Mikey, I would die for you :)
Mikey: You will
Mikey: How tall are you?
Frank: Height is a social construct.
Gee: So you’re short.