The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland
Thursday, May 16, 2024

Syara was laid out on Kisses' couch, re-watching the latest season of Bel-Air. She was waiting impatiently for the new season to come out, but it would be months before that happened, so all she could do was re-watch.

Kisses was across the room on her personal beanbag. She had several bean bags spread around the living spaces in her home. She loved them.

"Yaya." Kisses drug out, still watching the TV.

"Hm?" Syara asked, focusing on the TV in front of her.

"You hungry?" She asked, pulling her phone from under her.

"Mm.." Syara thought for a moment. She was currently working at her eating habits. She needed to thicken up as most of her body was pure muscle.

She definitely still had ass, a lot of it too, just not as much as she'd like.

"Mhm." She replied. She paused, thinking once more. "Wait..for what?"

"Food, Yaya." Kisses joked, smiling.

"Harty-har." Syara fake-laughed, rolling halfway to look at Kisses with a small smile, "I mean, from where CeCe?"

"Mmm..lemme see." Kisses scrolled on her phone, looking for something that would peak her interest.

Kisses sighed disappointedly at the remembrance that the only In N Out in their city had closed down. She honestly would've fucked a double-double with animal style fries and a root beer up, right now.

"Want Canes?" Kisses asked Syara who was curled back up on the couch with the top of the remote pressing into her bottom lip.

"Yeah." Syara nodded minutely in her spot on the couch.

"Mmkay, hold on." Kisses told her, a dial tone ringing out loud as she made a call.

Syara turned her head slightly in confusion. She assumed they'd order in-store, she'd never called canes and she didn't even know they had delivery.

After a moment, the call went through, but it was quickly changed to a FaceTime before either party had spoken. Now Syara was really confused, peaking over her shoulder to see Kisses.

She heard Camarro's voice through the speaker, only furthering her confusion.

"You in danger?" Camarro asked rudely, promptly skipping straight to business.

"No..?" Kisses turned the camera to fit both her and Syara.

"Oh, hey Suicide Squad." He spoke in reference to Syara's recklessness.

"Niggas is not funny." Syara smacked her lips, turning back over in her position on the couch. She was tired, and the couch was too comfortable. She was finna go to sleep.

"But, nah, g-shit," Camarro refocused. "What you need?"

Kisses squinted her eyes, taking in the background of his surroundings when he propped the phone up.

"Who bathroom you in?" Kisses asked nosily. "And they got the towels hanging...oooo!"

"You slut ass nigga." Kisses poked fun at Camarro. "You wit' a girl."