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─────── #⁶ WE OUT HERE TRYNA FUNCTION 9:30am*don't play the song until I say, please y'all lol*

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#⁶ WE OUT HERE TRYNA FUNCTION
9:30am
*don't play the song until I say, please y'all lol*

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"Aight Aight before we get this shit krankin, leeme introduce myself. My name's Y/n aka
N/n aka Slawson's finest but most importantly aka DJ D DONDADDA on the tables tonight." You paused for each round of screams and cheers with every one of your titles completely comfortable in your element.
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          You sighed deeply, loving the way the elastic of your athletic shorts snapped against your stomach, it was one of your favorite days: training day and you and Moose couldn't wait to get started. You wrapped the bright red waist trainer tightly around yourself and tied up your locs (or whatever style you imagine) into a messy bun. Poe and Coco were still snoring in their beds, absolutely hating the thought of exercise. But you and Khalan were addicts loving how a good workout could cure all aggression, stress, or any other negative emotions you felt and leave you with a rush of adrenaline not to mention the dedication you had for your craft. You felt like keeping it simple today, settling for a black sports bra and leggings that complimented your mint green and red trainers.

(A/N: R.I.P. if you hate working out y/n is a professional dancer so it's kinda obvious that she'd keep her body in shape and be strong✋🏿❤️)

"What are we working on today?" You asked, looking up at Khalan from the rim of your protein shake.

"Mainly legs, since you'll be starting up your dance course soon, but maybe we'll sneak in some upper body." He replied thoughtfully, adjusting his nike headband that held back his large poof.

It wasn't long until you pulled up at one of the homie's private gyms, no longer able to walk into a regular facility without attracting attention. Grabbing your f/c duffel bag, you walked through the sliding doors to see a muscular man wearing a tight black shirt with slicked back brunette hair working the front desk.

"PORCO!" You screeched wrapping your arms around his neck as Moose dapped up the surprised man.

"Y/n! Good to see you pretty girl." Porco laughed huskily, wrapping his large arms around you in a bear hug as he returned your affection.

"Aye aye, watch ya self man that's still my little cousin." Moose huffed protectively, locking up both yall's bags before setting out the different weights and and bands you'd be working with today.

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