It was another laid-back evening at the crib wit yo man, Rashad, who's known around fo a nigga in the streets but at home, he's just Rashad. You both maxin put on the couch, the room filled wit the low hum of sum trap beats in the background, & you was catchin a serious case of boredum blues.

Out of nowhere, you got this wild idea. You went n' went up to yall shared bedroom to get those Fenty Skin clay pore detox face mask that you got from Sephora.

You came back, masks & skincare brushes in hand, to find Rashad givin you this look like you had just suggested yall go skydivin without parachutes. "You fr?" He asked, eyebrow cocked.

You started tryin to get him in the spirit of things. After sum good-natured grumblin, he agreed, but you could yell dude was bout to sit through this like he was servin time.

So, there you was, straddlin his lap, feelin the warmth of him under you, & you started applyin the mud mask on yo face first, gettin all into it wit those smooth brush strokes. Rashad watched you, that Permanent smirk playin on his lips, like he couldn't decide between bein amused or just straight-up annoyed.

Once you was done turnin yo face into a mud masterpiece, it was his turn. You dipped the brush into the mask, gettin a good amount before bringin it to his face. Rashad, just sat there, a whole mood, pretendin he wasn't bout this life.

Each stroke of the brush had him flinchin & fussin sayin, "Ma, this shit cold as fuck. You sure this ain't finna mess up my face, right? Cause if it is I'm suing the company n' then you finna pay for my hospital bill." At this point he was just talkin straight bullshit, lol

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