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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠
𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠
𝔐𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰
𝔐𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔬𝔣—
“PIPE THE FUCK DOWN” Virgil called out from his window. The voice cut off.
“𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱?” A face comes into view now, a handsome brunette.
“𝔚𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔰𝔦- 𝔜𝔬𝔲.” The Prince’s face twists in anger. “𝔜𝔬𝔲, 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢. ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶.”
“Bro I live here. And sleep here. Shut up man.”
“𝔇𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔱— you shut up!” His voice seems to stutter as he breaks whatever act he was putting on. “Look, a lot of people like my singing so just because you have no taste—“
“Nobody likes your singing. Shhh.” Virgil holds out his index finger, shushing Prince. “Shush or I’ll make you.”
“That’s just not true. My singing is fantastic! 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢— mph!”
Prince stopped singing. Finally. Only took Virgil’s tongue in his mouth to achieve it.
Prince pulled back. “Wha- you- I-”
“I said shut up, Prince. Or do I have to make you again?”
“I- uh-“ Prince’s face was right red.“Again please.”
Virgil rolled his eyes and grabbed Prince’s shirt again, tugging him inside the window.