Chapter 17: 16

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°Tyrone's P.O.V°

6:30 P.M.

I lean back in the chair, not even watching the domino game too hard.

Taking a deep pull from the spliff resting between my lips, I feel the smoke swirl in my chest before I let it out slowly.

Besides the constant slam of the tiles on the table, the yard is still, quiet, except for the faint rustle of the breeze and the occasional bark from a mongrel two houses down. I like it this way— nothing too loud, just vibes.

Perry drops a domino hard on the table, as if he has something to prove. “Six love a come, Dada. Watch yuhself eno, yute!”

I glance at him through the haze of smoke, but don't even bother to respond.  Mi nuh need fi inna di bagga chatting, especially when mi done know him cyaa win this.

I drop my piece calmly, lean back inna mi chair again, and wait for his next play. Perry a gimmicks man, always gwaan like him have it locked, but mi already ahead in the game, so anything him a come wid can stay.

I keep my play slow, deliberate, naffi move wid no hype.

Kimani, watching me from the side, lighting him own spliff, chuckles. “Yuh mean six disappointment, Perry. Yuh nuh see how Dada a move? Di dawg just deh yah quiet, an' a buss head.”

Mek him know nuh.

Come like him delulu.

Flicking the ash off my spliff, a small smirk playing on my lips, I say, “Nuh need fi talk when yuh deh pon top. Di game talk fi itself.”

Perry rolls his eyes, scoffing loudly. “Yuh too bloodclaat cocky, a that! Soon knock it down a notch. A true Kimani ova desso a play bare fuckry move, mek yuh have so much chat...”

I shrug. “Spoken like a true loser. Yuh n'ave nuh style. Fix up, dawg.”

Kimani laughs under his breath. I hear him before I see the grin. “Fix up, Perry, fix up. Yuh bomboclaat yuh.”

Perry leans back, eyes narrowed, before he sighs and hisses his teeth. “Yow, figet di game fi a sec. Mi want uno advice pon a one move.”

“How tha one yah go, this time?” Kimani chuckles, shaking his head.

We know the deal before he even expounds. Noth'n more than a new conquest him a pree.

I glance at him, only half-interested, but listening, regardless.

Man like Perry always has some gyal story. Di dawg nuh ramp fi change gyal. After all, he has no issues getting them, so why not, I guess. As mi cousin, it inna di blood.

It's keeping them that is the problem, most times. Unfortunately, for him, nine outta ten times it ends badly——'Cause as mi say, him n'ave nuh style. Either always moving too fast, or expect too much from a catty too early. Man lack patience yuh fuck——prompting him to move on to the next and asking for advice.

Like I'm sure he's about to do now.

So is like mi already know weh tha story yah ago go without him even saying it.

"This catty mi meet wah day, dawg..."

“Wah'pn to her?” I ask, more outta habit than curiosity.

Perry smirks. “Dawg, di gyal bad, yuh fuck! Slim waist, skin smooth, di whole works. Mi never see nothing like her. Feel like mi woulda tek her serious——”

I scoff and Kimani chuckles, shifting in his seat, cutting him off with a mischievous, “Serious? You? That’s new.”

More like same-old, same-old.

“Easy nuh, bredda,” Perry defends himself, puffing out his chest. “And stop gow out mi t'ing, Kimani dawg!”

Kimani laughs, causing me to chuckle, shaking my head. "Yuh tek di man thing fi joke eno, dawg...”

Lifting his hands in surrender, Kimani reclines against his chair. With a smirk on his lips, he goes, “My bad. Continue, bro. How yuh meet her?"

Issa likkle pussyhole eno.

It takes Perry a minute to respond, his lips twisted in a frown, before he hisses his teeth again, and says, “Mi shouldn't even badda say noth'n to uno. 'Cause uno tek man business fi bloodclaat joke thing.”

“So wait, a who want advice? Me or you?”

“Alright, nuh badda!”

“Kimani, lowe e man wid the fuckry nuh, mek the man chat! Yuh come so, man?” I bite back a laugh, taking a drag from the spliff in my hand instead.

“As mi did a say, batty bwoy!” Perry says, fixing Kimani with a pointed stare.

The way he says so catches me off guard and I choke on my spliff, inhaling too much smoke, coughing loudly, mid laughter. Bomboclaat!  The man vex yuh fuck.

Kimani starts laughing too, making me laugh harder. All mi a try contain miself.

Perry continues, before we are done laughing, obviously annoyed with our reaction. “Yow, uno a one set a wasteman eno. Jah know.”

"Wasteman yuh pussyclaat! A who want advice from the wasteman dem?"

He hums. "Love act like yuh above it all? That's why yuh gyal fuck pon yuh!"

My smile drops. Immediately. "Jah know, Perry, dawg?"

The man ramp rough yuh fuck.

"That's low, bro..." Kimani adds, looking as much disappointed as I feel. "After di man deh yah a defend yuh...?"

Perry doesn't care. He only hums. "Yeah, man, see how that feel now?"

True.

I shuffle, pushing the feeling away. A just tru him a mi cousin make mi nuh fuck him up fi that and him know that. After lighting my spliff again, I take a drag and say, "Aite, yuh have mi attention now. Weh yawh say?"

Perry smirks, eyes glinting like him proud a himself. “As mi did a say, mi meet her up a Ling Ling, believe it or not. Mi did just go fi pick up one bread an’ couple juice, but when mi see her, mi forget bout everything else to rass.”

Kimani laughs, shaking his head. “Yawh sample man eno.”

I chuckle, flicking the ashes from my spliff. “So wah? Yuh just see her an’ freeze?”

Like a sissy?

Perry clicks his tongue. “Nah, man. Weh yawh say, man!? Yuh know man have game. Mi walk up to her bold and ask her fi recommend the best cereal inna di aisle.”

Kimani bursts out laughing, nearly choking on his spliff. “Yuh ask ‘bout cereal fi approach a woman, dawg? Yuh serious? First mi a hear that. And yuh call that game?”

Perry leans in, his lips curling into a smirk. “It work, though! She laugh, tell mi she cyaan make up her mind between Frosted Flakes an’ Honey Bunches of Oats. So mi tell her straight, ‘If yuh cyaan choose, mi can tek yuh out an’ mek yuh decide over breakfast.’”

I shake my head, grinning. “Smooth, mi cyaan even lie.”

“Get the number same speed. We been a text couple days now. And mi nawh lie, mi a feel her.”

“So yuh serious 'bout her fi real then?”

Probably just want a easy fuck yuh mean.

Perry shrugs, rubbing his chin as if deep in thought. “That's the thing. She different. Cute. Funny. Sexy yuh fuck. Plus she say she single. Mi can easily imagine rolling with her inna the streets pon mi arm, proudly. But at di same time, mi nuh really inna di whole long chatting thing weh she seem fi like. 'Getting to know you' and shit. Mi just waan know if she interested fi tek it further or not, so mi know fi nuh waste mi time.”

Same thing.

Kimani narrows his eyes, leaning forward. “So wait, yuh already trying fi move in intimate? Yuh not even reach nowhere yet, dawg.”

Perry smirks, like him proud a himself. “Mi cyaan waste time, yute. If yuh too slow nowadays, a next man tek yuh place. Yuh nuh done know that? Di last ting mi need is fi be out here investing time an’ energy pon a gyal just fi find out she nuh serious or some shit. Been there, done that too many rass times fi mek di same mistake again.”

I shake my head, leaning forward to pick up the cup of special from the domino table. “That’s di problem sometimes. People nuh waan try wid people because of genuine interest no more. Everybody rushing fi get something outta it before dem even know what it is. Yuh clearly state say she different. Why not just let it flow?”

Perry rolls his eyes. “A you a say that, Dada? You of all people shoulda know say mi cyaan move slow inna this climate. Different or not. Yuh think dem gyal yah have time fi waste either? A girl like her probably have three man inna her phone right now waiting fi link. Plus thousands inna her DMs.”

That a true.

My mind drifts to a certain someone, recalling the bwoy weh mi see up inna her face a Treez. Plus, she cyaa tell mi say her batty face neighbour nah pree her certain way.

I chuckle, lifting my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Mi hear yuh, but trust mi, not every girl out there a run down money an’ quick moves, bredda. Some a dem genuinely a look fi a real relationship. And based pon wah yuh say bout tha 'B' deh, she might be that type too.”

Kimani exhales slowly, nodding in agreement. “Facts, fam. But Perry right ‘bout one ting—yuh cyaan move too slow wid them woman yah a road. Nowadays, yuh haffi prove yuhself early, show her you issa man of substance or she move on. Like clockwork. Mi know dem way deh.”

Perry leans back, wetting the tail of the spliff he's building. “Well, mi already make mi intentions clear to her. We textin’ back an’ forth, an’ mi plan fi mek di next move when mi link her this weekend.”

I flick my wrist, removing the ashes from my spliff. “Still sound like yuh coming off a bit too strong already.”

Says the man weh almost fuck such girl inna him car the first time him give her a lift? Yuh biased eno.

I cringe at the thought, pushing it away. This isn't about me.

“How it fi be 'too strong' if she n'ave a problem?"

Kimani raises an eyebrow, taking a pull from his own spliff. “So what, yuh aiming fi buss it this weekend?”

Perry shrugs. “Mi nah waste no time, dawg. If she interested, mi interested. Mi nah wait fi noth'n. Nuh see the point, when it ago end up reach desso eventually same way, yuzeet.”

Wah mi say? Impatient.

And that's the difference between us. I take my time. Let them come to me. And trust me, they always come. Literally and figuratively.

Kimani grins.

And I take another pull from my spliff, keeping my tone steady when I say, “Yuh nuh learn eno, yute. Yuh need fi learn fi chill and stop rush into things. Girls nowadays can sense desperation from far.”

Probably that a all the reason mek such girl freak out so pon mi the other night. Mi did a move too fast. Like a man weh just get let outta jail and nuh used to rassclaat pussy.

See, the haste thing nuh mek nuh sense, sometimes.

Perry hisses his teeth, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Desperation? Wah the fuck yawh say, Dada? Mi just know what mi want. How that mek mi desperate, bredda?”

I glance at him, my eyes half-lidded. “Yuh sure ‘bout that? Or yuh just running through the motions ‘cause yuh feel like yuh affi prove a point? Ano ev'ry gyal a quick foot eno, cuz. Granted some mek things look bad. But most time dem gyal deh a time waster to begin with, and yuh nah even realize.”

Perry reclines in his seat, looking serious now. “But Dada, how yaggo know if yuh nuh put certain things to her and see how she react?”

I shrug, unmoved. “True. But what if yuh put it to her and she agrees but the fact that yuh jump the gun too quick mek she turned off? Probably all start pree yuh one way like yuh only a look some pussy or sum'n.”

Speaking from experience?

...guh easy man.

“And pon the other hand, what if yuh decide fi take it slow with her, treat her like a queen, wife her up even, just fi say yawh see wah can gwaan...and she end up use yuh and diss yuh? Mhm? No offence this time, but look pon Candi.”

None taken.

I expected this to come up at some point. Both of them are fully aware of what took place, after all.

“Mi nuh pree it so. Mi let things flow. Treat her the best. If she real, she real. If not, mi keep it moving.”

That a one thing not even Candi cyaa deny.

“As for Candi," I add, at the thought, “Candi was just a piece of dog shit. She confused and insecure and make fren inna her ears a boost her up. Now, she sorry and a run back a beg fi fix wah she fuck up. So that a that. Cyaa too use that write-off every girl weh come yuh ways.”

That a one a the worse poison a woman can swallow eno: insecurity. No matter how them pretty or educated or have money. Once insecurity seep inna dem, it fuck up dem head.

Swear.

Kimani nods, leaning back in his chair and drumming his fingers on the table. “Mi agree wid Dada still. Yuh can never know what a girl have in mind, nowadays. Some a dem just a look fi a man fi tek care a dem, simple. While some want smaddy fi sekkle dung and buil' life wid. Yuh naggo know from the jump. Yuh affi test di waters.”

Perry tsks. “Yow, unnu can gwaan chat. Man cyaan live inna fear fi get played all the time, sometimes yuh affi just tek wah yuh can get and call it a day. If a gyal nuh deh pon the same wavelength then she get fucked. Literally. A just so me feel.”

Now mi really medz wah the ddawg dem did a pree when dem say, 'Hurt men hurt women...'

Maintaining my composure, I keep my voice calm but my words sharp. Smaddy can dawk so, man?  “It n'ave noth'n fi do wid fear, dawg. Jah know? It’s about having sense. And using them. Yuh cyaan just move reckless and expect everything fi work out. Especially if yuh serious 'bout featuring the catty. More time yuh haffi step back and observe, mi fren.”

How him fi say him serious 'bout the girl, yet a so him a pree?

That mek sense?

Kimani chuckles, eyes drifting to me like he sees the point. Everybody can see di point except the likkle tough-head bombohole. “Real talk, Dada. But Perry always thinking wid di wrong head, yuh nuh see that?”

“Wrong head yuh bomboclaat!” my cousin hisses, his head snapping to face Kimani.

My frown deepens, my eyes cold as I glance at Perry. “Yuh too busy chasing what look good, and feel good, instead of what mek sense, a that the man a try say. That’s why yuh end up inna di same situation every time.”

Perry shakes his head, his lips drawing a thin line, but mi can see say him nuh really vex. “So yuh never confused 'bout a situation like this yet?”

Yes.

“Nuh really. Mi try nuffi get miself inna dem situation deh, bad charge. My time too precious fi a debate ova which gyal want mi from who just want a fuck or some money.”

Fuckry yawh chat and yuh know that.

Kimani chuckles lowly beside me, as if sensing my bullshit.

Although it's somewhat true, to be honest.

He knows what's up.

From the funeral, him nuh stop side-eye mi everytime mi deny my blatant attraction to a certain someone.

But this isn't about her.

“Yuh just cold, Dada.” Perry scoffs, impressed. “That a my problem, mi cyaa roll like man like yuh. Yuh move like yuh cyaan ketch feelings fi nobody.”

I take another slow draw from my spliff, exhaling smoothly. When I speak, my tone doesn't shift, “How my feelings drop een though?”

“Mi just a say...”

“Well my feelings nuh relevant yasso. So nuh bother waste time pon that. Mi handle my business, and di rest sort itself out, all the time. A you we a chat bout now. Nuh you want help outta yuh dilemma?”

“A lie mi a tell, Mani?” I add with a teasing grin, trying to deflect the attention from me.

Kimani nods, grin wide as he shuffles the dominoes, getting ready to continue the game. “Dada always have it lock eno, yute. Yuh cyaa too study dem man deh, Perry. Yaffi go start tek notes.”

Awoah.

Perry hisses his teeth again, but I see the grin creeping back. “Mi good, man. Watch an’ see. Mi a go link her this weekend an’ deal wid it proper. Then we see how it go afterwards.”

My smirk deepens. “As yuh say that, wah happen to Brittany from Albion? Yuh stop link her already?”

Just a medz say mi nuh hear the dog a chat bout her from wah day eno. Him woulda kill we wid 'Brittany this, Brittany that', and now him a chat bout new browning.

Awah gwaan?

"Brittany a fuckry, Dawg!" He frowns.

My brows furrow. “When since? Nuh just week before last she was the best thing since sliced bread?”

“Everything did good 'til she start beg beg, dawg. Di gyal beg left, right and center to bloodcleet. Mi couldn't deal wid it.

“See wah mi say bout the greedy gyal dem? Brittany a one. Mi and the gyal a talk bout 3 weeks now. And the fuss week the gyal a beg mi fi pay her rent. The next week, she waa go a hotel. She stop cook a her yard, a bare Tacbar and Hundred she waa nyam. Not a pussyclaat. Like she hear say a mi a Jamaica national ATM! Mi stop chat to that. Worse she cyaa suck hood fi save her life and her pussy nuh good enough fi waa live so lavish offa my pocket, yuh mad!”

The laugh I let out is unnatural. “Browning yuh waa, browning yuh get...!”

Yuh fucka yuh!

From mi hear 'bout Brittany, mi tell the dawg say she look like smaddy weh a try look a come-up. But no! Now look yah.

Speaking of brownin' though, mi juss a memba say mi nuh answer Tori text. Need fi link her back before the night done.

"She not even worth di stress, a that a the worst part" Perry mutters, shuffling the dominoes, but his tone is heavy with annoyance. “Mi nuh usually hitch fi spend pon my gyal dem, but she take this thing fi joke. It couldn't work, bredda. Next ting mi know she woulda want mi fi cover her car payments, but cyaa even boil water. Plus, she jealous yuh fuck.”

Kimani stifles a laugh, shaking his head. "Di irony. Woman want di world but nuh offer much more than drama."

Candi 101.

She a expert pon that.

“Watchya nuh, di gyal ago mek mi know say mi did see the typa girl mi a tek up before mi tek her up. Yet, she did know how mi stay when mi look her and yet she a have a hissy fit if mi fi even breathe next to a next gyal.

“Alright, pree this: Mi mek the gyal follow mi go shopping one day, mi treat her too, bear that in mind. And yuh know say, the gyal feel like mi a flirt wid the store clerk and burn up di wul a mi fucking underpants wid bleach when we reach home!? And then a come gwaan like she waa style mi pon top a it! Sum'n can go so? Mi say mi vex yuh fuck!”

Jah Jah! I laugh.

Affi tek bad things turn joke. 'Cause if di man did fi fist dung her pussyclaat, yuh woulda hear all typa things.

Kimani bursts out laughing too, practically slamming his first into the domino table. "Yuh see it, Perry? Yuh affi pick sense outta nonsense, star. Dem type a girl deh? Mi nuh know weh yuh find dem.”

He tsks then adds, “Tell yuh. Browning equal drama, dawg. And headache.”

Perry smirks but doesn't deny it. "Mi naggo seh every browning bad, still. Yuh just affi know how fi manage dem. Most a dem only a look out fi themselves, so mi start look out fi mine too."

“Brown gyal come like accessories, dawg. Especially when dem pretty. All them want a fi man show dem off.”

“Cyaa wife dem up. 'Cause dem nuh used to noth'n.”

Kimani chuckles, then adds, “Man, yuh nuh learn?”

But Perry leans forward, giving him a challenging stare. “Ano say' nuh learn '. But yuh cyaan tell mi seh feelings never catch yuh yet.”

“Catch who?”

“Yow, the man dem can gwaan like dem tough! But mi know say uno muss encounter a gyal weh mek uno lose uno self at some point. Everybody have a weak spot.”

Nawh say nay.

I inhale slowly, taking my time before answering, keeping my face calm. “Pree dis——mi nuh waste time pan foolishness. Gyal come, gyal go. A jus’ so it set. If a catty nuh serious, mi nuh force noth'n.”

That a law.

Perry leans back, smirking. “Yeah? So a me alone weak to gyal then? A that yawh try say?”

I laugh, my voice low, but my eyes stay cold as I glance at him. “Sum'n like that. Mek mi tell yuh this straight, bredda... feelings nuh drive my decisions. Mi do wah make sense fi my life, an’ if somebody cyaan keep up, mi cut. Simple.”

Kimani bites back his grin, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. “True talk. A dat mi rate ‘bout Dada fi real. Him always cool, nuh matter wah gwaan.”

Perry is still not letting it drop though. “Yow, Dada, mi still nuh buy it. No man cyaan act like di stone-hearted general forever. Unless dem a bomboclaat boardman. One day, one a dem gyal yah a go tek yuh outta di game, and fuck wid yuh medz di wickedest way, watch.”

Eeeh. I'd love to see the day...

I smirk, tapping the ash from my spliff. “Yuh nuh haffi believe mi, bredda. Mi deal wid gyal different from how yuh deal wid dem. Mi nuh spend time wonder who waan mi or who waan money. Mi just live. Di rest sort out. So if mi buck a gyal weh mi think deserve mi time more than the rest, then a so it go. If she love mi, she love me. Nawh say it cyaa happen. But mi just know mi nawh fall first.”

And mi worse nawh mad ova nuh pussy.

Perry shakes his head, half-laughing but still pushing. “Yow, you a one good storyteller...that's all mi can say. Mi cyaan wait fi di day mi hear seh Dada fall hard. And mi nuh just waa yuh fall, mi waa yuh drop inna love and buss yuh bomboclaat face yussi!”

Hissing my teeth below my breath, I throw down a double-blank, shifting the play, winning by default since I blocked the game, while deciding mi done wid this argument. “Keep waiting, Perry. We done chat bout mi now. Yuh need help fi sort out yuh situation, or wah?”

Kimani laughs, shuffling up the dominoes again. “Yeah, man. Stop study Dada and focus pon yuh own life, mi fren. Man cyaan manage gyal if yuh mind always deh somewhere else.”

Perry hisses his teeth but cracks a grin. “Mi nuh done tell uno say mi a deal wid it this weekend? Mi just know say if she come wid di same fuckery as Brittany, mi done wid gyal fi real.”

“And do wah? Fuck man?”

“Fuck man yuh pussy——aye! Leggo that, man!”

Kimani guffaws.

“Ago focus pon miself and mi hussle. That mi mean...!”

I lean back, smirking. “Mi hear yuh, but yuh betta keep track a dem gyal ya, cause mi sure by next week yaggo have another story fi tell.”

Perry laughs, lifting his drink after posing a six-blank, stealing the opportunity I had to play the piece of blank I have. “A so di game set, Dada. Nuh worry ‘bout mi. Mi good.”

I read the game. Five piece a six deh pon the board already, mi have one, so either him or di bwoy Kimani have the last piece.

Taking one last pull from the spliff in my hand, I snuff it out, letting the silence stretch between us before throwing down my double-six hard. Cyaa kill that inna my hand tonight, pussy. “Good to know. But mek we see who ago get the six-love now.”

“Yuh cyaa win tha game yah. That mi a mek yuh know.”

Kimani grins, lining up his pieces. “A who mi fi tek serious now? Dada or Perry?”

“Tek notes, yute,” mi say, flashing a grin, as I wait for him to pose. “Watch how badman deal wid dis. Leggo the game!”

He chuckles but it's soon replaced by seriousness. "As yuh say game, mi hear say the man dem waa play ball Sunday a come. Yuh woulda shoob?"

Quirking a brow, I clarify by saying, "Tomorrow yuh mean?"

"Bloodclaat, today a Saturday nuh?" He grins. "Yeah, so a tomorrow then."

"Which part that?"

A long time mi nuh play two ball still. Nah lie.

"Over Parkland side."

My breath hitches.

But, I play it cool.  "Eeeh?"

"Yeah. Wah yuh say?"

Making a trip to Parkland means I have a strong likelihood of running into Deanne, without it seeming like I'm stalking her.

It will also probably give me a chance of finding out why the fuck she a avoid mi.

Mhm.

I weigh my mind.

Then shrug. “Affi think 'bout it.”

“Aite. Mek mi know still. 'Cause if yuh nawh forward, mi nuh think mi a bother either.”

“Ah.”

“By the way, nuh dah side deh your fren deh come from?”

His question and the tone he asks it in catches me by surprise. I lift my eyes to him to find him smirking.

Maintaining my cool, I shuffle in my seat. I know he's seeking a rise out of me, but mi nawh mek him read mi up so. I furrow my brows. “Who that?”

“The people dem from the funeral a country. Think a that mi hear yuh say 'bout the likkle catty deh.”

“Which catty that?” I play oblivious.

Kimani chuckles. “Slim, coolie thing weh yuh did a pree di whole time. Since yuh waa mi loud up yuh thing...”

“Which coolie thing that?” Perry butts in.

Fass yuh fuck.

“Oh, she.” I shrug. “Supposed to.”

Kimani isn't buying my nonchalance. He could always read me like a book. Perry, on the other hand, is looking back and forth between us, confused.

I make him no wiser.

Nor do I crumble under Kimani's pointed stare.

He narrows his eyes then shrugs. “Well, since a community thing, she might deh bout then.”

I'm counting on it, actually.

I hum, feigning indifference.

“Who!?” Perry exclaims.

“Dawg, buil' nuh!” I hiss my teeth, causing Kimani to chuckle.

“Yeah, Dawg,” he nodges a frowning Perry, “ano your time yet.”

“A so uno do things?” he hisses, clearly offended.

I stand, pushing the chair back and tossing the empty plastic cup into the bin by the door.

“Anyway, mi nuh know wah uno deh pon eno, but mi out fi mek a one move yah now.”

“So how yawh cut all of a sudden, so?” Kimani fixes me with a mischievous smile.

Yawh fuckry eno. That mi a mek yuh know.

Keeping my voice steady as I feel my pockets for my keys and phone, I tell him that I, “Have sum'n fi deal wid.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Placing his hands behind his head, Kimani reclines in his seat, the stupid smug smile still twisting his lips. “So make mi know wah yuh decide after yuh think of all the possibilities, yuzeet.”

Pussy hole.

That's why yuh nuffi mek some man know yuh business eno...!

“Ah.”

Without any further delay, I turn and dap him up before doing the same to Perry who holds on to my hand. “Mi a come wid yuh, Dawg...!”

“A mi and yuh come yah, bredda?”

“Stop wid the fuckry nuh, Dada Dawg. Yuh know say mi ride deh a mechanic shop. A taxi mi tek come uppa this.”

I hum, moving off. “Then take another one go back.”

I'm only teasing.

Perry knows this, so he falls into step with me after dapping up Kimani.

When he catches up to me, he slings his arm around my shoulder. “A which coolie thing the bwoy Kimani did a chat bout?”

“Come offa mi, yute,” I say, shrugging him off.

“A so uno a move?” He tsks. “After man just bleed out him heart to uno. Jah know?”

“Why yuh never ask Kimani? Ano him yuh hear wid argument?”

“A you mi waa ask.”

“Well, mi sorry fi yuh,” I tell him, pressing the fob to disarm my car when we reach to it. “Mi n'ave the answer fi that.”

Check dung a Mobay or even Clarendon.

That's clearly not what Perry wanted to hear as the dawg practically pouts, opening the passenger seat and sliding in, like a bitch throwing a tantrum cause yuh tell her 'No'.

Mi bloodclaat.

The man vex yuh fuck.

I laugh at this, sliding into the driver's side, and he hisses his teeth.

But this only makes me laugh harder.

Yawh pussy eno, yute.

...long time.

Yuh never know?