Before he had the chance to take another bite, Yanna popped his hand, causing the piece of bacon to fall. She picked it up from the table and placed it back on her plate amongst the other four strips. Kalil laughed, and Kas watched the exchange through squinted eyes. He hated the unfamiliar emotion of jealousy overtaking his body.
“Aye, Kalil, switch seats with me.”
“Why? I like Kalil being next to me,” Yanna replied, gaze fixed on Kas as she crunched a piece of bacon.
“Jaiyanna, we been doing good,” Kas stated, tone laced with warning.
Kalil’s head swiveled, gaze traveling from Kas to Yanna. “Oh, hell nah, y’all not about to put me in the middle of y’all shit.” Gathering his plate and glass of juice, he scooted away from the table and rounded it so he and Kas could switch.
Kas pushed his plate and glass across the table before gingerly pacing his way to the now empty seat. When he sat down, Yanna jokingly slid her chair over, but Kas grabbed it and pulled it right back.He gripped the back of her neck, using it to pull her into him.
“Yanna boo, don’t fucking play with me.”
“Ow, boy, let my neck go. I’m just joking anyway, you know I don’t want to be next to nobody more than you.”
“Yea, I do know that, but don’t try to stroke my fucking ego now. Make me fuck you up, ight?”
“Kasra, what I tell you about threatening that child?”
“Ms. Layla, ain’t nobody worried about those idle threats your son be making. He knows better.”
“I know he does, but still, I don’t like him insinuating that he’ll put his hands on a woman. He won’t raised like that.”
“I just be playing, mumma. I might snatch her up by that lil’ inch of hair she got, but she know I wouldn’t really put my hands on her.”
“You stay with the bald head jokes like I’m not”
“Bald by choice. We know, but for as long as I’ve known you, I ain’t seen a bit of new growth.”
“That’s because I keep it cut. I don’t even know why I’m explaining anything to you.”
“You know why. Hurry up and finish eating, I got something I want to show you upstairs.”
“Gross,” Troi interjected.
“Troi baby, I know damn well yo’ ass ain’t talking. Like you and Nyx ain’t been loud as hell in the other room since we got here.”
“Exactly,” Yanna cosigned. “Knowing y’all room is right next to ours, like we be wanting to hear that shit.”
“Stop exaggerating. We’re not that loud,” Troi defended.
“I promise y’all are. At this point, I know at exactly what time you gone start whining about it being too deep.”
“Putting on a show and shit because that nigga don’t be that deep every fucking time.”
“Oh, it be that deep,” Troi retorted, sticking out her tongue to add emphasis.
“Cousin, you be running?” Yanna quipped.
“Never that. Onyx, do I be running?”
“Nah, baby. You take it like a big girl every time.”
“Um, hello! Did y’all little trifling asses forget I was right here? I don’t want to hear all that!”
“Damn, sorry, mumma. I did kind of forget you was right there for a second,” Kas apologized.
“And I’m drunk,” Onyx offered as an excuse.
