"If this nigga don't shut the fuck up..." Triton mumbles to himself as he sits on the couch in his home, scrolling through all the comments from Doombug. "Pay me... I should stuff his ass in a punching bag and beat 'em," he says under his breath before landing on Arminโs video and pressing play, listening to the audio.
He says to himself before he lands on Armin's video and plays it listening to the audio. He then looks at the caption understanding what he was doing, he was poking fun at the Dulce's, Imposter Armin, wife. She lost her man to the LA Jail system and Armin was gonna troll talking about sliding his ass in. Triton knew Armin didn't know who her cousin was, but Triton also didn't know if Lion would give a shit. It's not like he had social media to comment. If Armin did manage to replace the old Armin, Lion would most likely to be the last to know.
"This fucka is draininโ me..." Triton groans, tossing his phone down for a second before getting back up to check on the custom grillz he ordered for himself and Simone. She hadnโt said much about all the wedding talk, but that silence always meant she was planning something expensive. Real expensive. Triton knew the money was there โ he just didnโt know if it was gonna still be there after she got done tryna show off.
"Nephew!" a loud familiar voice calls out.
His aunt Tamera and his late sister's friend Skakera walks in, followed by an unfamiliar face trailing behind her. Triton exhales heavy, leaning back on the couch and pointing without even looking up.
"Who the fuck is that and why she in my house? She a gift or somethinโ?" he asks flatly.
His Aunt Tamera steps forward, already pulling a rolled-up newspaper from her purse. Before he can even react, she smacks him with it.
"Owโwhat theโ" Triton shouts with anger in his tone.
"Sheโs my niece, aka your cousin! Yโall grew up together before you went off and did lord knows what in the name of the devil," she snaps.
Tamera gestures toward the girl. "This is Nohtโฆ well, her real name is Seven, but we call her Noht."
Triton squints at her for a second, unimpressed.
"Now where is Simone? I saw the post and we here to help her plan everything. We her bridal party," Skakera says, sass heavy in her tone.
"Lyric would be so shocked somebody actually want you," Skakera adds with a laugh. "Iโm shocked for her."
Tamera and Noht chuckle behind her.
Triton exhales through his nose, not amused at all.
"Get the fuck out my face," he says, already turning back to his phone, going right back to scrolling like they werenโt even there. //@fceirytales
