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Irie shook her head before turning her pierced nose up, the second she opened the door of her apartment.
The strong, dank, unpleasant smell of weed, let her know that Heru was present. Dropping her bookbag down once locking and closing the door, she turned back around, only to halt. Her small, white, Air-Force one, was a few inches off the floor, as her hazel green eyes slowly took in the foreign piece that took up half the living area.
"The fuck is this shit?" she questioned lowly, steady scanning it.
"Dis negro really not playin it safe," she sighed, her eyes now forming into a squint, as she turned, taking it in from the side now.
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After a long day on her feet at an upscale department store, all Irie wanted to do was relax, but she couldn't now, thanks to the intruder in her home.
She continued to stare at it, judging its appearance and color, as took her shoes off.
The large piece of furniture that had now taken residence on the once vacant space in their living room, made her stomach turn. It wasnt there this morning when she'd left and the faint smell of its newness mixed in with some fabric cleaner still coated that particular area. Once her judging session was done, she quickly washed her hands before making her way down the short hall and into her bedroom where Heru sat. Dressed in his usual black, he sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the news as he rolled up a joint.
"Sup my baby." he greeted her with his usual.
"Hey," Irie replied, now leaning against the frame of the doorway, as she delicately flipped her long braids over her shoulder.
