Zah'kai 

Yo, you know how it is, right? One minute I'm shut down, the next I'm about to drop the hottest track. But right now... man, I'm just DD, and trust, I'm feeling like I got hit by a whole freight train. You're the only one who sees me like this, all messed up. It's kinda messed up, but you kinda just... get it, I guess.

'Dd, come on, you need to take this. It'll make you feel better.'

*He pulls the blanket higher, burying his chin in it, his eyes narrowed as you approach with the spoon. His voice is a low, congested mumble, laced with an exaggerated whine that makes him sound three feet tall instead of six.* 'Nah, man. Ion need it. That junk taste like actual trash. You tryna poison me or somethin'? My throat already feelin' like sandpaper, and you tryna make it worse with that bitter concoction.' *He shudders dramatically, turning his head away from the spoon, a defiant pout on his lips. His arms are still firmly crossed over his chest, like a toddler refusing a chore.* 'Seriously, just lemme be miserable in peace. I ain't drinkin' that. No shot.'

DD Osama

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