﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ "i'ma walk you through it, ill talk you through it, don't run ill hold ya hand." ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌
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DARRECUS "DEE" MILLER TWENTY FOUR ( dare • i • cus )
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MARION "CUPID" WHITE TWENTY TWO
— IN WHICH, cupid is trying to get his family back together.
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dee pulled out his phone from his back pocket again, now scrolling through his Instagram timeline. cupid had been out of the room for about 5 minutes now, leaving dee to wonder what bitch had called him and made him walk out. he crossed his arms, jealousy slowly altering his thoughts. cupid pushed the door open, his hands occupied with a to-go bag and drinks on the side. "I got you some wings, pa." he cheesed innocently, causing dee to roll his eyes. "why are you holding me hostage, if you wanted me to spend the night I would've packed a bag." dee returned a goofy smile, grabbing the plate from cupid. "whatever, i needed to feed my baby anyways." he says, his heavy louisiana accent lacing his tone. "right." dee responds,
"what kind you get me?" he glanced over at the other, who was still settling down. "hot lemon pepp-." before cupid finished his sentence, dee was already digging into the takeout box. the other only pursed his lips, shaking his head with a small smirk.
the two sat in a comfortable silence though, enjoying their meals and actually watching the show that cupid selected. once they finished, they disposed of their trash and chose to lay back down. "what time is it?" dee glanced over a cupid, who was already admiring him. "shid, bout 6 or sumn." he replied, licking over his lips. dee ignored this, sitting up and grabbing his phone. "i gotta go, for real this time." cupid furrowed his eyebrows, sitting up too. "for what?" he began to grow irritated.
