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Walking into the living room, you could already hear talking making you suck your teeth and roll your eyes. When he called you over here, you was hoping just to chill and watch a movie or something...
Not watch him play the damn game once again.
"Yeah, aight. I'm finna whoop yo' ass in this. Add him to the room," Chris spoke and you seen him leaning over messing with something on his system. Call of Duty now on the screen, his favorite, you didn't say anything and just set the bag of food in your hand down on the coffee table catching his attention.
"What's up, baby?" He spoke glancing at you quickly before going back to what he was doing. "Man, shut up. I need a damn charger, my shit finna die." He said clearly into his headset that was blinking telling him his battery was low.
"No kiss or hug...nothing like I haven't seen you in three days. That's crazy," You mumbled and he didn't hear, too busy.
"This shit pissing me off," He muttered still messing with his headset charger that act like it'd didn't want to work. Glancing over at you, "Mama, you got a charger? Like a USB or sumn',"
"No, Christopher. I didn't bring it,"
"Man, fuck." He sucked his teeth trying to think. You rolled your eyes and took a seat on the couch. "Baby, go to my room and get my headphones, I'm finna just use that shit,"
"Chris, no. You wanted me over here, I'm not watching you play the game once again,"
"Aight, just one round and then we could do sum'. What you wanna do?"
"I don't know....we could watch a movie or something. Maybe watch Ha-"
"Nigga, let me go get these headphones, I'm finna beat y'all ass," He laughed completely disregarding what you was saying. Sucking your teeth, you grabbed your food from the bag and just back on the couch as he switched headphones and grabbed his controller.
Sighing, you scrolled through TikTok listening to him yelling constantly at the game. Setting your food and phone to the side, you crossed your legs on the couch and looked at the TV.
"Nah...my bitch cold. You wish ya' girl was bad as mine." He spoke making your eyebrow raise. "Nigga, what? My baby fine as hell." You couldn't help but smirk a little despite yourself, hearing Chris hype you up even while he was playing the game.
Glancing over at you quickly, "Why you sitting all the way over there?"
"Oh, you playing the game. Ion wanna disturb you," You rolled your eyes and he paused the game, looking at you.
