Shit, okay… lemme make a note to not fuck with ya.

[ how much heat is this prettyboy packing, goddamn… sha-ming sips his drink, shoulders drawn up. white girl wasted is the way to be— that’s how you get the best conversations.

but then mikey says that and sha-ming squints hard, a little flabbergasted. ]

Bro, have you seen yourself? [ just saying. ] Listen, I don’t date guys, just sleep with ‘em… I’ve had too many girlfriends to count at this point. But you… just one look at you and I can tell you’re the typa guy who gets into like… those super intense situationships with other men. Like, the ones where you’re slamming it raw and there’s feelings involved and you start doing a lot of shit you shouldn’t because you’re in way deeper than you should be…

[ a sip of his drink. ]

What? I’m just saying! I recognize the type, ok?

[ anyways— ]

Yeah. Minato was my lil bro. [ a sigh. ] Was like, a half lie to throw Thunder Thighs off his game. It kind of worked thanks to what you said.

Uhhh, I dunno. Haven’t been around. You got that much going on?