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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙄𝙓

𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖, 𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙖
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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮
𝙤𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙫

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"Hello?" Kentrell asked as he answered the FaceTime call.

"Come outside." Key spoke into the phone.

"For what? My back fucking hurts." Kentrell whined.

"It's time to go to the studio." Key looked up at Kentrell's house as he talked.

"Markeyvius, I'm for real. Not for fake. I can't fucking move." Kentrell whined. "Can we just chill today? No smoking or nothing, just chill."

Key sighed. "I guess. But, yo crippled ass still gotta come open this door."

Kentrell groaned. "It might take a minute, hold up." He hung up the phone.

Key got out of his car, walking up to the porch, where he waited three minutes.

Kentrell opened the door, his hand rested on his back as he walked.

"Damn, what the fuck happened to you?" Key laughed, closing the door behind himself.

"You, bitch." Kentrell groaned, falling face first onto the couch.

"Watch yo mouth." Key grumbled.

"Carry me to my room." Kentrell mumbled.

Key picked Kentrell up, walking to his room, and placing the smaller on his bed.

"It's basic in here." Key looked around the room.

"Shut the fuck up." Kentrell groaned, flipping onto his stomach.

"Why you acting like that?" Key asked, pulling his shirt from over his head, and kicking off his shoes.

"I'm mad at you." Kentrell mugged.

"Why? I ain't did shit." Key laughed, laying down on the bed next to Kentrell.

"You messed up my back." Kentrell groaned.

"That was yo fault." Key laughed, shrugging.

Kentrell just groaned in response, snuggling deeper into his sheets.

"I know this ain't how you treat yo company." Key raised an eyebrow.