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"Koi" Greyson ♐️
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Marshal Wallace ♊️
Koi
I squirt ketchup on my plate.
"Thank youuu. Blessings nigga," I stuff some fries in my mouth.
"Blessins," he holds his fries up to me.
I clink my fries against his. We both smile while looking at each other eatin. I watch him take his bun off and squirt hella ketchup all over his burger.
He's so focused.
I smile while he swirls it around in a pattern. He caps his burger and takes a big ass bite. Ketchup gets all over his mouth and leaks out the side.
It makes me laugh.
"What?" He looks up at me innocently.
Damn. You that guy.
"Nun," I eat more fries and dip my burger in my ketchup.
"Ohhh... burger discrimination?" He nods and shakes his finger at me.
"No," I smile.
"You a dipper and that's fine. That's cool and all," he starts going into it, then holds one of his hands up half way.
"But you a squirter and that's also mad fuckin cool," I dip my burger again and eat it.
He makes a confused ass face. It takes a minute for him to get my joke, but when he does he shakes his head.
"You play too much," he reaches over and sops hella ketchup off my plate with the bottom of his burger.
"Goddamn nigga!" I laugh.
He smiles and eats off the part he just dipped instead of the side he bit off first.
Shit... he so fuckin cool...
"You eatin burger booty like you ain start the other way," I point out and take some of his fries.
He straightens his face as much as possible and side eyes me.
"We both eat ass," he says with a mouth full.
"That's not what I mean bruh!" I laugh.
He cracking me the fuck up.
I put my fist over my mouth while trying not to choke on my burger.
"Ugh lemme eat regular..." he keeps a smile.
"Nah... be you. I like it for real. People think I'm weird cause I dip my sandwiches," I spit facts to him.
"For real?" He looks up from his plate.
"Yea... when I was younger, I was eatin a juicy ass sub and the extra sauce I got got all for my shirt... so ima dip, pour a lil sauce on the sandwich wit every bite type a nigga," I grab my drink and sip some.
He nods and looks down at his plate before smiling at me. I lift my eyebrows while looking at him and put my elbows on the table.
Dang... I wanna kiss you. Ketchup on your face and all...
I reach over and swipe ketchup from the side of his mouth. When I put my thumb in my mouth his energy changes while he locks eyes with my lips.
Mmhm.
"Mm," I nod.
"You know what you doin," it takes him a minute to stop staring at my mouth and look me in my eyes.
You so-
"Hey, G.M. Slasher..." his words confuse me.
"What?" I ask.
"Grandmaster," he laughs.
G. M. Slasher?
I laugh uncontrollably, but clear my throat when I feel how close Grandmaster Akanatwe is to me.
"It's beautiful to see you two blossoming," his words catch me off guard.
My back straightens up.
"Well damn.. really?" Slips out.
I bow.
"I mean thank you," I raise my head.
"Thank you," Marsh bows.
Grandmaster lays a folder on the table.
"Some concerns for you to go over," Grandmaster bows to me.
Woo, I thought he was finna be on me for some reason. I have to get used to having so much fun with Marshal and actually having it be... accepted?... or at least feel like I'm not doing anything wrong.
"Enjoy your day Marshal," Grandmaster says to him.
"You too Grandmaster Akanatwe," he says, cheery as fuck.
It's makes me smile at him, but it doesn't last for long.
Somethings wrong... I can feel it sadly.
I open the folder and tilt it towards me a lil bit so Marsh can't see.
Weights and ranks.
Oh shit.
"Marshal you up like ten pounds g," I reach over and lightly push the front of his shoulder.
"For real?" He says confused as fuck.
"Yeah, congratulations," I smile.
I read down all the list and become more serious when I notice Gelato weight rising along side his fat to muscle ratio.
What's goin on with him?
Due is dropping ranks... she was just rising...
I keep reading. My heart drops at the second red number.
Sea?
My eyes widen a lil bit while my mind goes down fearful roads.
It's only been two weeks.
"You hear me? You okay?" Marsh asks.
I look up from the folder and front.
"Yeah... work," I half lie.
"Just making sure," he nods.
I play off my concern while I stare at the stats.
Sea... are you okay for real? What the hell goin on my g? Catch up.
