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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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⌖ TWIN TELEPATHY| O41. ‹ ⚜ › ❝ i don't think you understand how big of a mistake you made. ❞
— JANUARY TWENTY SECOND 1O:OO A.M. ᐟ
"I ain't playing another game. I'm wore out." Jasiah waved a dismissive hand before using the bottom of his tank top to wipe the sweat from his face. "Y'all got it."
He dropped down against the chain-link fence, his arms draping over his knees as his gaze swept across the yard. His stab wound was healing nicely, but any real movement, especially physical exercise like basketball, reminded him it was still there.
Leaning his head back against the fence, he closed his eyes & took a slow breath through flared nostrils. He felt drained, his body dragging through the day like it was stuck in quicksand. Sleep wouldn't help, he knew that much. If he went back to bed now, he would just lie there all night, staring at the ceiling with nothing much to do in a 8x12 space until the sun came up.
"TEN MINUTES!" The CO barked.
"You straight? You look tired as fuck." Spoon stood beside him, still catching his breath from the game they just won. One hand rested on his hip while the other gripped the fence, sweat dripping down his temple.
"I am bru. That shit killing me." Jasiah muttered. "But it ain't even a sleepy tired. My body feel tired. I probably need to hit the infirmary, let 'em check my rib again. Make sure I ain't got no crazy ass infection or some shit that done spread."
Spoon sucked his teeth, shaking his head. "Ion know, but you need to get yo' shit together. They running another game, & I'm tryna be able to talk my shit at dinner tonight."
"Fuck that game." Jasiah said. He slowly pushed himself up, a sharp grimace flashing across his face as the movement pulled at his wound.
Spoon smirked, already backing up. "Lame ass. Stay on the fence like a lil hoe in timeout then." He jogged off before snatching the ball straight from another inmate's hands. "Ha! Quit slacking, won't get yo' shit took."
