— MARK.

– ; YES, THIS IS MR. FLOYD CALLING FOR A MRS. FLOYD? ...OH, HE HUNG UP!

“Shiit.”

— ; IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?

— ; I KNOW. YOU’RE TIRED. I’M NERVOUS, I’M NERVOUS. WITH NOBODY TO LOVE.

“Shiiiit, what?”

— ; PARENTAL DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

“Oh, you know. It’s just that the world is on fire, and no one has seen each other for the past 3 months. So we’ve got that going for us.”

— ;

He raises an eyebrow, slowly crossing his arms. “Uh huh, okay. Whatever you say, bro.”

“Oh, you know. Time is still the same, where she’s still attempting to cook, and burning down a toaster.” That’s not even a joke, that happened three hours ago. “And Phillip is still y’all, skinny and white.”

“I can promise you, I did not.”

Gives a shrug of his shoulders. “Sleeping, I kind of psssed our for the past couple years and refused to wake up. You know how it is.”

“Avalyn.”

Holla at your boy.

—; IN OAKLAND.