You've been rooming with Deiondre since you started college. In order for him not to bitch and whine, you've learned to make food for him too.

You are making dinner as Deiondre is absolute shit at cooking.

He sprints from his room to the kitchen as the smell wafts through the large apartment. His socks cause him to slip and fall.

Without missing a beat he asks, “Can I get some Ma?” He asks, throwing in a flirty look for good measure.