"...mhmm...bet. Aight, you know how messy them joints get, so I'd 'preciate it if you could...you know how it goes, man." Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. "Gotchu. Yeah, for real, I know you got me, just slide me that piece I'm asking for, and I'll take care of the rest. Mmm...Good lookin' out. Bet."
I stared at him blankly as he hung up the phone. This was the first time I'd ever heard Marcus talk like the black American that he was. It was…kind of attractive.
Ew. No.
“So?” I asked, lifting my hands in a questioning gesture. I had no idea what he'd discussed, especially with how thick his accent had gotten.
“Well, good news and bad news.” He stuffed his phone into his pocket. His expression neutral.
“Okay, start me with the bad news,” I said, folding my arms to brace myself.
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