"i'm breaking ya teeth in, you not seein' the weekend" sunni to haz
Haz doesn’t give Sunni the gratification of looking up from his phone. Really, what was he supposed to do? The more you indulge Sunni with a reaction the crazier things got, Haz can attest to it since the age of ten he’s been wearing a thin scar cutting through his upper lip that Sunni gave him the last time he reacted too sourly from Sunni’s little games. But he was sure to learn today.
Now, as inappropriate as it is to “joke” at four in the morning, in the alleyway somewhere in Champs-Elysees outside some shiesty nightclub waiting for Sunni’s little druggie friends. Harry sucks his teeth, his eyes slant annoyingly at his cousin.
“Muthafucka.” He turns to him.
“If you were going to do something, you would’ve done it.” He sucker punches him in the arm and finally cracks a smile at his reaction. “I’m not so little anymore, stupid.”
You better watch your back.