•Devonte Green•
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"So you think this with these heels?" Sabria asked me, sharing her screen over facetime.
I had facetimed Sabria to see what she was doing and she ended up shopping for clothes and sharing her screen making me watch. I was on the couch comfortable as shit.
"Who wearing that?" I asked looking at the dress with spaghetti straps.
"Me, youn like it?" she asked.
"No, yo titties gon be spilling over," i jerk my head back.
"Well i want them to complement the rest of my body, in a way, feel me?" she tried to persuade.
"I can complement yo body," i said lowly.
"Huh? You said it too low," she scrunched her face up.
"I said yo body complement ya body," i lied.
"Oh you know... dat dress Kylie—i think Kylie Jenner—wore dat people said looked like a painted over moth? I thought it was cute." she said.
"ionk whatchu tammat." i laughed.
She smacked her teeth, "Bro."
"Yo ass mad?" I chuckled.
"Shut up," she waved me off.
"Oh, hollon scroll up, take dat shit out yo cart," i mugged the screen.
It was a bra but you was relying on hopes and prayers, plus it was see through.
"What dis?" she clicked on the croptop.
I shook my head, "No the bra."
"Ohh, thiss!" she laughed.
"You love ya titties, huh?" i furrow my eyebrows.
"Yea, they cute, might get em pierced," she replied.
I scrunched my face, "Dem shits is cute, but you ain gotta pierce em."
"Imma pierce em just cssa you now," she blew a raspberry.
I laughed, "You childish gang."
"Barely, anywho, whats the move for tonight? Whatchu wearing?" she asked.
"black shirt, denim tears jeans, and some Mihara Yasuhiros." i looked at the outfit i already had out. "What you wearing?"
"Black cargo outfit and some heels," she shrugged. "Or i could match with you, i got a denim tears jacket."
"Yea i was finna say wear dat, cus i saw it in yo closet da other day," i got up off the couch.
"Oh, but yea i guess we gon be matchingg," she ended her screen share.
"Type shit, imma be over there in a hour, no later den 2," i told her, walking upstairs.
