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jamell rubbed the back of his neck as he entered the somewhat busy restaurant. an unsettling feeling building deep down into his gut as he trudged further into the domicile. the smaller released a small sigh and tightened his hoodie before walking towards the back after spotting his sibling who was sitting down munching on an array of different breakfast foods.
nothing was said between the pair once he sat down. the only thing that could be heard was muttered chatter and the sound of the man's fork scrapping against an glass plate, causing jamell to cringe from the unpleasant squeaking.
"you gotta do that shit right na', fredrick?" jamell questions staring him down in annoyance as he smacked the metal against the dish once again knowing his brother couldn't bear the sound, tiny fists soon clenching together in anger.
without looking up the man chuckled, "obviously."
'bitch ass'
finally breaking the silence, jamell asked. "how did you get my number? i could've sworn i blocked yo ass."
