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the splazz
'talk to me'
tuesday
Stokeley stood taking people's orders, and giving them their foods. Strangely, Stokeley managed to get some sleep yesterday night, no troubles nothing.
He couldn't help but wonder where Seven was at, she didn't seem to be at work or anything. As he was giving the next customer her burger, the door opened, and then came in Seven.
He sighed relieved, he was afraid that he'd have to get on with the whole day by himself, especially being new and everything.
But Stokeley learned things fast, and he managed to do everything by himself, without the guidance of others.
Seven scanned her card, indicating that she was present. She ran towards the staff room, taking her belongings off.
She gripped her hair tightly, putting it into a messy bun. "Hey" he greeted, serving the last customer. "Hey Stokeley" She breathed out, sounding stressed.
"You straight?" He asked, sitting on the counter, "Yeah I am." She replied, looking away. Stokeley took note that she wasn't so bright today, but he didn't want to push anything. She seemed stressed and over whelmed.
Seven over all seemed like she was in a bad mood, and Stokeley could sense her anger and anxiety. He wanted to check up on her, to show her that someone gave a shit.
Plus, he wanted to be able to talk to someone, and Seven was the only person really by his side here. "Sev?" He called, jumping off the counter, walking towards her.
He heard her sniffles, "You don't seem so good. You wanna talk?" He placed his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged "Ugh, Stokeley I'm fine I swear." She groaned. Her voice was shaky, you could easily tell something was wrong.
"Look at me then." Stokeley spoke, hand still on her shoulder. She ran her hands through her braids, "I look ugly though." She sniffed. "You always look good to me ma."
She turned around, facing him, but not looking in his eyes. Stokeley towered her, considering the big height difference. Stokeley grabbed her chin softly, making her look up at him.
Stokeley frowned, feeling his heart sort of drop.
"Who did this?" He asked, looking at her busted lip and bruised cheek. She itched the back of her neck, not wanting to talk.
He hummed, asking again. "I-I fell" Seven spoke, still not looking him in the eye. He huffed out, "Stop cappin'. Who did this?, tell me,"
She breathed out, looking at her hands, which were also cut. Most of her long white nails were broken, supported by bandaids wrapped around them.
