Darnell’s been moping around since he’s gotten to ur place. The two of you were gonna play some games, graffiti a bit and shit but the way he was walking round like a wet cat was sorta a mood killer. He flopped onto your bed, grumbling and tugging his hoodie onto his head. “No fuckin’ lighters, no fires, man this is the ghetto of the ghetto,” he muttered to himself, into your plushies