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"You can't be serious!"
Isaiah rolled his eyes. Light, like the jacket Tahir wore. "Maybe," he teased, drawing closer to the other college student. "Won't be here long enough to find out."
Me? Tahir mimed, the point at himself almost as incredulous as the expression that sat on his face. A scoff. "Nah, the nigga behind you."
His face scrunched up. "Don't- " came out serious, and for a moment Isaiah's heart dropped, "ever say nigga again."
What? "What do you even- you're fucking with me right now," he sputtered.
"Or fucking," Tahir continued, ignoring his protests. He checked his nails through the back of his palm. "It sounds wrong coming from you."
Isaiah raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Tahir grinned, slugging an arm around the older student. "You heard me. You. Can't. Cuss."
He leaned in a bit closer, chuckle reverbing through Isaiah from his ear. "Lil nigga."
Isaiah smacked his lips, pushing the laughing man off of him before he got the chance to tease any more. "Bitch- "
Unfortunately, that made the man dissolve into an even greater laughing fit, holding his stomach as the darker-skinned man hunched over. Irritation filled Isaiah's features like the fill of a water basin, but flowed out when realization hit.
Light, like the banter of Tahir's tongue. He settled in that reality, his lips quirked ever so slightly as he leaned into the gimmick, the joke, the bit - whatever the teen wanted to call it.
"If you say so."