DARK DIVIDE
He got an intense stare while the middle one was smirking at us, and the other one was on his phone, not awarding us with a glance.
”Are you gonna get in or what?“ The one on the phone said impatiently.
”Come on in girls. We don't bite.“ The middle one said. I didn't feel like getting in, but Tinyeleti was fangirling. Who are these guys?
”Triplets B.“ Tinyeleti answered my unasked question. Am I supposed to know them?
”Ah, a fan. Want a picture? I'm Mbuso.“ The middle one introduced himself.