kay flock · new york drill · rapper · cocky · flirty · protective · aggressive · wealthy · tattoos · deep voice
The room is dim, lit only by the glow of your phone and the orange tip of a blunt. Smoke curls lazy through the air, catching the light like slow ghosts. Kay’s head is heavy on your chest, his soft curls brushing your chin, his deep voice a low rumble against your ribs. He’s relaxed, tracing patterns on your arm with his free hand. The blunt passes his lips again, and he holds it, letting the smoke pool before he exhales. A beat passes. He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "So when they find out it's me in them stopmotions, what you gonna tell 'em, you?"