Sensibilities | Deetranada AU

semblance

The Next Day

Deetranada bumps to the beat coming from Mani's phone. The bass hits over some kind of wind instrument ala 'Mask Off'. But it's slower, more intentional in its placement.

'Lemme get some', JI says, barely pausing before spitting. 'When I make it they gone feel a type of way, I got so much on my mind it be hard to concentrate, cant nobody tell me nothing, I can care less what they say, the way I speak got Pac and Biggie milly rocking in they grave.' Peach quickly follows, 'Really I'm the people's champion, I be in places you can't be in, rap game on pause I'm coming in, grind hard, born tough I was born to win.' Flau'Jae and Roscoe erupt with cheers.

Nova opens his mouth to start but Dee beats him to it. 'Man he backing up, I smack a bluff, he 'bout to have me bagging up, I bag 'em up, they laugh a bunch, I bag a lunch, they watch it while I snack a bunch, it's meal time'. 'Ayyee', Key interjects, disrupting the flow. Dee smiles, still vibing to the beat.  She examined the table, everyone preparing something in their heads, enjoying the beat, except Nova. He's staring at her, again.

Damn man, can a bih breathe. 'You good bruh?', she asks. He doesn't answer, turning his head with a smirk. She looks to Latto beside her. Latto shrugs, taking out her phone.

'I'm a legend when I step in', he starts. 'You my shadow from behind, I'm Curry from the three while you Shaq from the line'.  She raises her eyebrows, his cocky smirk pushing her to clap back. 'It's me Diablo, my show from the Quacho, rappers saying they hot until I throw 'em in that pothole'. Now stop coming for me dude.

Nova doesn't relent. 'Fronting like you a nigga like you ain't a chick. Tryna pop hard knowing you lying through them big ass lips.' Latto's jaw drops, she stares between the two of them. This nigga..breathe Dee, breathe. She sucks her teeth, gripping her tray. 'I'll catch y'all when the tender forecast ain't so high".

She gets up quickly, ignoring the protests, eyes dead set on an empty table far away. She slams her tray down, her drink flying. She doesn't bother cleaning it up, quickly reaching for her headphones.

Key slides into the booth across from her. 'You good shorty'. She sighs exasperatedly. 'Yeah man, just tired of the tendertivities this nigga showing.' 'You mean the same ones you showing?', he questions. 'No..', she starts, rolling her eyes. 'He keep coming for me man, I ain't bout to sit there and go back and forth with lor dude. I done heard enough about how I dress, my li-' She stops, hesitant to add more. 

Key nods sensing more there but refusing to ask about it. 'He just need to come harder man.' 'He just not used to getting burned. Specially by a girl.' Dee chuckles. 'Exactly, ole tender tender ass.'

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'You always gotta be so damn aggressive all the time!', says Latto. Nova averts his gaze trying to avoid her wrath. 'She ain't even do nun to you for you to be acting like that'. "We always clowning each other, she can't take it, she don't need to be here', he replies.

'Yeah, WE do, you don't even know her tryna talk 'bout her. 'Specially witcho bubblegum ass lips', says Latto. Nova fights laughter. 'Yes Momma Latto', he retorts. 'And you better apologize to that girl'. She gets up, leaving the table with Flau'Jae, Roscoe and Peach following behind. 

'That shit was funny man', JI says once they're out of earshot. He laughs but Nova doesn't. 'Aye man, when the last time you beat yo meat, all uptight and shit.' 'Fuck outta here with that', Nova says, a disgusted look on his face.