Inhaling shakily, Durk presses an unsteady hand to the wall, squeezing his eyes shut when his palm slips around. Fuck. There's blood everywhere. It's all over him.
Fighting the urge to gag, he forces his eyes open and freezes when someone steps aro...
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Can anybody hear me?
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"Nah, she do too fuckin' much." Taurus drawls, he's supposed to be on the phone but his eyes are glued to the tv and they have been for the last ten minutes.
"Tell them I said no, if I see her ass on the schedule I'm dropping out of the tour and beatin' yo ass." He finishes slowly, clearly distracted, then his face falls, eyes going wide as the main character is blown into chunks. "What kind of bullshit is this?"
Resting his chin on his palm, Durk sighs, "Why do you have to do that here?"
His office didn't originally have a tv, nor did it have a couch, one day they just showed up and he hasn't found the energy to relocate them yet. It's been two years but one day he'll get around to it. "I have work to do."
"No, I'm not talkin' to you." Taurus grunts into his phone, then he's turning his head to look at Durk, eyes big and wide, full of faux innocence. "I thought we were supposed to be watching a movie today, you said we was."
Deep-rooted, paternal instincts have him furrowing his eyebrows and searching his memories.
"No, I didn't." He would remember promising something like.
Taurus drops the act, eyes falling half-lidded. "I'm goin' on tour soon, the workin' schedule is five months. Forgive me if I wanna spend some time witcho ugly ass."
Ignoring the insult, Durk drops the stack of papers he was looking over and frowns. Five months is a long time. "Why so long? Your last tour was only fuckin'...seven weeks, I think."
"It's cause we got shows in North America this time. Niggas–" he cuts himself off, furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm not talkin' to you. Just wait a second, damn." His brother is hell to talk to on the phone so Durk feels a little bad for whoever's on the line. "The last album did really well so more people want shows in their cities. Producers reachin' out 'n shit, it's fuckin' irritatin' but," Taurus shrugs like that isn't really good news.
When Durk first got custody he was down to let Taurus do whatever he wanted with his free time as long as he stayed in school and out of trouble.
Durk was so busy with residency(something he feels terrible about now), that he couldn't afford to give the kid as much attention as he would've liked.
When Taurus told him he wanted to hold off on applying to colleges in order to finish up his first album Durk was pissed. They didn't talk for two days after the argument, but then Taurus graduated top of his class and his valedictorian speech was...Durk didn't fuckin' cry but it was a close thing.
So that summer they came to a compromise.
Because Taurus did stay in school and out of trouble all while working on the shit(like Durk asked), Durk decided to give the kid some grace, he allowed him a year.
