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Peter's pouting and staunchly ignoring their Pops, Harley has no idea what their father did that elicited that reaction from Peter, but Peter's always been sort of a spoilt brat. Something their Pops says he got from their Dad.
He agrees.
When Harley entered the kitchen, his Dad and Pops were having a small disagreement while Peter was sitting across the island pouting at their Pops. Harley took a seat next to his brother observing from a safe distance.
"He's 16, Steve, I was wearing worse stuff at that age", his Dad argues, but their Pops is still shaking his head, "That's my point, Tones, he's 16"
Harley takes an educated guess that they're talking about Peter's current clothes choice, a light pink crop top that comes barely above his navel, and a white mini skirt, with matching boots that come up to his thighs. It's a pretty tame outfit, and goes great with the light makeup Peter had on, Harley really doesn't see the problem.
Their dad places a plate of food in front of both of them, and Harley immediately switches his with Peter's the minute his dad's back is turned
Peter turns to look at him with hopeful eyes, “Harley you don’t think there’s anything wrong with my outfit, do you?”
Peter’s basically giving him puppy dog eyes, as if Harley isn’t already on his side.
Both of their parents are waiting for his answer, His dad has a small smirk on his face, and his pops is probably hoping he’ll agree with him.
Harley picked up a piece of his toast and chewed slowly before answering
“Dad’s right”, he finally decides, “people at our school wear stuff way worse than that”
His dad fist pumps the air, while his pops just sighs, knowing he’s lost this round. With three against one, he had no chance.
Peter leans over and hugs him tightly, “Thanks, Harley”,
Harley rolls his eyes, good-naturedly, as his Dad and Peter are already planning out his next outfit, and his pops is already accepting his next defeat.