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°Tyrone's P.O.V° 6:30 P.M.
I lean back in the chair, not even watching the domino game too hard.
Taking a deep pull from the spliff resting between my lips, I feel the smoke swirl in my chest before I let it out slowly.
Besides the constant slam of the tiles on the table, the yard is still, quiet, except for the faint rustle of the breeze and the occasional bark from a mongrel two houses down. I like it this way— nothing too loud, just vibes.
Perry drops a domino hard on the table, as if he has something to prove. “Six love a come, Dada. Watch yuhself eno, yute!”
I glance at him through the haze of smoke, but don't even bother to respond. Mi nuh need fi inna di bagga chatting, especially when mi done know him cyaa win this.
I drop my piece calmly, lean back inna mi chair again, and wait for his next play. Perry a gimmicks man, always gwaan like him have it locked, but mi already ahead in the game, so anything him a come wid can stay.
I keep my play slow, deliberate, naffi move wid no hype.
Kimani, watching me from the side, lighting him own spliff, chuckles. “Yuh mean six disappointment, Perry. Yuh nuh see how Dada a move? Di dawg just deh yah quiet, an' a buss head.”
Mek him know nuh.
Come like him delulu.
Flicking the ash off my spliff, a small smirk playing on my lips, I say, “Nuh need fi talk when yuh deh pon top. Di game talk fi itself.”
Perry rolls his eyes, scoffing loudly. “Yuh too bloodclaat cocky, a that! Soon knock it down a notch. A true Kimani ova desso a play bare fuckry move, mek yuh have so much chat...”
I shrug. “Spoken like a true loser. Yuh n'ave nuh style. Fix up, dawg.”
Kimani laughs under his breath. I hear him before I see the grin. “Fix up, Perry, fix up. Yuh bomboclaat yuh.”
Perry leans back, eyes narrowed, before he sighs and hisses his teeth. “Yow, figet di game fi a sec. Mi want uno advice pon a one move.”
“How tha one yah go, this time?” Kimani chuckles, shaking his head.
We know the deal before he even expounds. Noth'n more than a new conquest him a pree.
I glance at him, only half-interested, but listening, regardless.
Man like Perry always has some gyal story. Di dawg nuh ramp fi change gyal. After all, he has no issues getting them, so why not, I guess. As mi cousin, it inna di blood.
It's keeping them that is the problem, most times. Unfortunately, for him, nine outta ten times it ends badly——'Cause as mi say, him n'ave nuh style. Either always moving too fast, or expect too much from a catty too early. Man lack patience yuh fuck——prompting him to move on to the next and asking for advice.
