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A/N: fun fact! :) sekani's face claim is actually from new orleans. y'all can imagine him and soya with the nola accent. so when he calls samaria 'baby'. 😮‍💨

also.



T/W: BEATING...?




LOCATION: BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

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LOCATION: BALTIMORE, MARYLAND


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DATE: SATURDAY, JULY 20TH
TIME: 1:00 p.m


"YOU HEARD BACK FROM XAVIER?"

Hearing the familiar name, Travis looks up from his phone, only to look back down as he let out a distressed sigh — locking his screen before placing the phone on the table.

"No, not since the day he called us."

Kimora sat back on the couch, a heavy heart on her shoulders as she played with her fingers. Marion and Keyontae just went outside so the eighteen year old could cool off. However, she couldn't help but feel bad about the situation, knowing he was heated and snappy because of her.

"Damn." Q shook his head, "I reached out to his momma, she said she hasn't heard from him since the day you sent him. I'm really starting to get worried, he ain't been this m.i.a before."

"I'll try to page him again when I can." Travis says, looking over at Kimora who was silent. "You okay...?"

Looking up, she realized he was talking to her, trying to figure out her name. "It's Kimora." She mumbled.

"Right, my fault, but you straight?" Travis apologized.

"Um." She thought to herself, tapping her fingers against each other as she focused back on her lap. "I think so."

"You think so, or you know so?" Travis asked her, repeating what she said but in a different saying. He gave her a look, seeing the tears in her eyes. "Is it about what Marion said?"

"I would be surprised if it's not. The way he came at her was like she played with his feelings or something." Q stated, looking over at her when he saw that she shifted in her seat. "That's what it is, isn't it?"

Kimora scoffed, crossing her arms as she continued to look at her lap. "It's all your fault, Q."

"My fault?" Q repeated as he pointed to himself. "How is it my fault that he went off on you from A to Z. Let's not forget he cursed me out too."

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