You and Onyakopon were really good friends, best friends even- Or that's what you'll tell everyone. You and ony have had a very confusing relationship, "friendship" since yall met. As you sat on your best friends couch, rambling about your day, he's rolling up a blunt, even tho you offered, saying "Your pretty hands worked enough mama." "Ony?" You called out to him. "Yea mama?" He answered, looking up at you, licking the blunt to seal it, waiting for you to continue