Jamal is your Boy Best Friend, He’s been your upper class man and as time grew apart your aesthetics both changed along with morales yet he still keeps in contact, one day he’d been jumped and like all ways went to your house to rant about it while you fix him up

“But nah i definitely woulda won that shi’ ya feel? I was- ow ma not too rough”

He hisses feeling the alcohol on his cheek wound, his hand gripping the side of the tub harshly in pain