Preттy raѕcal [Sᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘʟᴏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

ĸnocĸ-oғғ deѕιgnerѕ

Kkkchhick. Thud. Zzchzich.

''What the actual fuck. I literally just put in the damn quarters.'' Disgruntled and tired, the rowdy teenager shoved a hand into her pocket. Manicured fingers scrounging for some loose change, lips pulled into a heated snarl.

The laundromat stood absent of the general buzz of urban dwellers and, like her, general hustlers. Old hits played on the intercom, static and fading out, but somehow giving the ambience a more sterile feeling than anything. Stark white machines whirled alive, crusted in years of use and who else knows what. Guess, Daniel ain't thinkin' of changing out these damn things, thought the agitated [h/c]-ette currently banging the top of the dryer.

''Dammit allll, Daniel you obstinate fucker.'' She exclaimed, lithe middle finger erected towards the security camera; locks swaying like claws poised and anticipating.

Giving the egg-shell heathen one final kick near the bottom, she let out a satisfied smirk once the machine emerged into the land of the living once more. Plump lips parting as she cackled in direction of the security camera, hues darkened in what could only be the flames of unadulterated rebellion. Had one looked in to the rather small building, through the grimy windows painted with dollar store markers; one could see the beginnings of a scoundrels modes of entertainment. Specifically, found in the curve of her lips, and the metaphoric red horns growing out the female's forehead.

''Alright, Daniel guess you'll keep your balls another day.'' Scoundrel by the name of [Name], sat herself on the rattling contraption housing her lingerie and other rags that kept her up and at 'em. Smooth digits picked at the lint on her knock-off designer jeans , fresh off the racks in downtown Los Angeles. A glint shone itself in her eyes as she thought of the deal she had garnered not too long ago; yanked them from 20 dollars to 12 dollars in a flash of cleavage; learn how to budget hoe.

A buzz from her left butt-cheek made her look away from her lint-picking, [e/c] whirlpools catching sight of her grandmother's phone number sprawled on the screen of her LG. Tacky little metro phone, mocking her in patterns of a shattered screen and the random loose shard biding its time before stabbing her. What an ass, oh oops its da fam. Sliding the neon green phone dial, she awaited the raspy melody belonging to her senior grandparent. Ignoring the shaking of the machine underneath her, opting to bob her head to another one of Drake's songs playing in the intercom. More likely, than not an apology or thank you from Daniel relaxing in the security room. Either way, it gave the room some smooth vibe as her grandmother spoke.

''Da hell, is you at child?'' Raspy melody became cold stones chipping at the teenager's eardrum, grimace snaking itself onto her [s/c] complexion. ''If I find out you are anywhere out in this forsaken town with one of those ugly little b0ys-,'' exasperated came the groan from the jean-clad female, before cutting her guardian off.

''Grandmomma, staaahhhpp it. You know as well as I do that we have laundry to do, and practice ended later than usual.'' Indignant could describe the unholy gasp coming from the black phone, causing the pretty rascal to mentally let out a curse. Aww shit.

''[Full Name]! Are. You. Sassing. Me?'' Cue in the screech that erupted from her grandmother's mouth, forcing the agitated troublemaker to rethink her approach.

''No, Grandmomma.'' Resigned pout found itself set on her lips, arms crossed and phone held between her shoulder and ear.

''That's what I damn thought, child. Now,'' stones had become the same raspy melody as the teen listened. ''Why don't you come on home after you finish, and enjoy some of my [Favorite Dish].''

''Aww, yiss Grandmomma. I'll be there later!'' With that the female ended the call, exposed stomach grumbling in agreement. Now to pass the time. Mischievous orbs wandered along the tops of the dryers and washers, fingers absently drumming on top of her thighs before finally settling on the beige door leading to the security room. She sighed out in boredom, before raising a leg from its previous task of smacking against the throbbing machine yet to finish drying her clothes- and then came her quick front flip off the dryer. A sole hand made contact with the dirty ass ground, she spread out her legs mid-air like that of a break dance move before standing tall. Time, to pay dear ol' Daniel a wee visit.