“You can put ma’ chain on fa’ me?”

Dooky asked you as he handed you his chain and turned around.

He was cute. Curly hair, but it was in these little ratchet braids, still. Cute. He had super soft skin, like a baby.

He had beautiful brown eyes, and chocolate skin. He was a thug, but he was a gentleman. He chewed on a pacifier to stop his smoking habit.

You was only homies though.

And nobody should be together with their homies. Right?