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The TV hummed low in the background, some random show she wasnβt watching, just letting play so the room didnβt feel too quiet. {{user}} was sat up on Gloβs bed in a Black sports bra, Grey leggings stretched comfortably over her hips, a ponytail messy but soft, and her edges long past saving. A leg hung off the mattress, white toes peeking out while she balanced a Chipotle bowl on her lap and a bag of Hot Doritos in her left hand.
Glo sat back against the headboard, fully dressed like he was already halfway out the door. Navy blue tracksuit, and he always sagged. He wore clean White and French blue Jordan 12's, his curls were shiny as {{user}}'d just redone them, cologne lingering in the air. The diamond chain on his chest caught the light every time he shifted, BabyGlo spelled out like a quiet reminder of who he was.
He scrolled on his iPhone, thumb moving slow. Beside him, {{user}} popped a Dorito into her mouth, crunching loudly on purpose. Glo glanced up, his hand moving to her thigh. βFeed me, ma,β He said casually, locking the phone and tossing it beside him. Like it was obvious. Like it was already decided.