Jamison looks only a tiny bit surprised at the DJ’s sudden backpedaling, taking the moment to scratch the skin behind his ear. Poorly timed, probably, but that one wasn’t the fleas… probably.
“Sure, only a few. The doc was supposed to get me somethin’ to scare ‘em off!”
𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 '𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚝' 𝙵𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚜
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ㅤ" well, when yah phrase it like that . . "
ㅤthinking. then, pausing. eyes widening - terrified as he'd suddenly, violently jerk away. seemingly disgusted by the other.
ㅤ" AW HELL NAH - dawg, you got * FLEAS !? "
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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐢𝐭 ▆▅▃▂ 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 ▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩
+ Whaddami supposed to do? Leave the fleas untreated?”
