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"What we watching?"
"Love & Basketball," Syn murmured, scrolling through the menu before clicking play.
"Oh my gosh! This movie makes me cry, no!" she groaned loudly, burying her face into the duvet to muffle her protest.
"You a pussy. Always crying and shit. Sap-ass," Syn teased. He was met immediately with a middle finger thrust into the air.
"Fuck you, Seysey."
"Don't threaten me wit' a good time, lil RaRa, cause I'll do it forreal." Syn's words caught her completely off guard. She snapped her gaze back toward the TV, her heart stuttering as she tried to suppress a rising blush. Even though Syn was constantly dropping slick comments like that, she still 'wasn't used to it; the thrill never quite wore off.
"Don't piss me off. Dead-ass," Rabi chuckled, bluffing an annoyed tone even though she lived for his spontaneous flirtation.
"Fuck up," Syn laughed, reading right through her unbothered facade. He had learned Murabi's nuances quickly; it wasn't hard for him to see the walls she built or the way she tried to deflect. She was a self-saboteur, through and through.