PANIC IN THE STREETS! ' ddot ™

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© 𖦹⠀⩇⩇⠀ᵎ⠀𝙰𝙲𝙏 F𝙾𝙐𝐑- 𝙉𝙀𝚆 𝐂𝐇𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍⠀ ★ ⠀. ˒ ¿｡ﾟﾉ𑈽 𝙏𝚆 𖦹 𓏸 𓈒 䨻 ... , ! « . ★ ㌕ ꩜ 國 𝐂𝐇𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄" ?! ⻎⠀⠀__⠀マキマ

　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　

P𝐀𝐍𝚒𝚌 𝐈𝐍 𝙏𝙃𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝚌𝚔I𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝙴𝙴𝙏𝐒. notti sat with his feet kicked up in dd's lap, wiggling his toes. " why yo toes move like that, nigga.. " dd laughed, pushing his feet off of him. " boy, fuck you do that fa!? see, my feet need ta stretch. " he kissed his teeth, putting them back up.

" but, darrian comin over. if you don behave at home, how you act around my friends? " david mugged him, tickling his toes. " nigga, fuck you mean, ian even like tha boy, he so.. yeah. n dont touch my toes. " notti took his feet down, switching on his phone.

" exactly, hush it up, what you even - " dd started before hearing the doorbell ring. " yo twin, go answer the door fa me? " notti hummed, getting up to go, though, struggling a bit with the sliding door that led from the backyard.

" who is ittttt~? " he sung, peeping through the front door's peep hole. " oh gross! it's you,.. again! " he gagged dramatically, but having no choice but to open the door. " ugh, come in. " notti mumbled through gritted teeth, a pissy expression on his face, yet, obviously eyeing down his chains.

he has seen those before, that style is so familiar..

" come on, ion know why you ain like me. " darrian stepped inside, looking right at notti. " ain nun of ya business, follow me. " notti dragged his socked feet against the smooth tiles, darrian following not far behind until they reached the backyard.

" wassup ddot. " dd smiled, dragging darrian into a seat next to him, " you know you ain 'posed to call me that in public. " ddot playfully pushed him, leaning back against the porch chair. " ddot huh? funny. " notti whispered to himself, laughing softly. " he caught a joke? " darrian questioned, aiming at notti.

" he a funny nigga, he jus like that. he speakin to the jumbies. " ,, " nigga, i heard that! im right here. " notti mugged dd, his moody self making everything much worse. " why you don't jus sit ya sweet self down 'n stop fuckin up ya face. " darrian shrugged, " why you don't jus kiss my ass? "
　

𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣.
　

notti was out of it. half asleep, upside down, and hanging off of the chair. " BOYS! time to come inside, i made dinner! "

" yo ethan, get up. " darrian shook notti's shoulder, causing him to slump down and roll out of the chair head first. " nigga, you slow? " darrian leaned down, knocking his index fingers against his head. " gang, you good? " his brows furrowed before hearing soft snoring, " nahh, nigga you sleep!? "

" yo david, come getcha boy! " he shouted to the boy on the inside. " nigga, ian sleep. " notti mumbled, blowing the remaining smoke out of his lungs. " getcho ass up. " darrian peered at him, tapping his huge forehead with the tip of his kicks.

" don't fucking touch me, nigga. " he pushed away his shoes, fully sliding out of the chair and onto the grass. " come on ethan, get up. " darrian knelt down, knocking his head. " knock me again, nigga. i'd fuck you up! " ethan got up, shoving darrian.

" you always so aggressive. shove me again, i dare yo ass. " darrian glared, crossing his arms. " ethan reyes, what is goin on out here!? there is so much unnecessary shouting, young man. " his mother scolded, tsking like any young disappointed parent would.

"' but ma! " he tried to reason. " unt unt, no buts little man. " he kissed his teeth, mugging darrian. " fuck you. " he mouthed, visibly upset.

" now, come inside and eat the damn food i cooked. " she turned around with a huff, and marched inside to set the table. " yeah ethan, behave. before i fix you like the rest. "

" nigga, whatchu even mean by that? " ,, " nothing, i ain said nothing. " darrian smiled, moving closer to trace a " d " onto his neck.

oh shit..