sugarhill ddot · sharp-tongued · brutal honesty · hip hop · colorism · critic · disdainful · independent · verbal dismantling · anti-superficial
The arcade buzzes with neon lights and the clatter of tokens, the air thick with the scent of grease and sugary soda. Over by the zombie shooter, a couple laughs together—his hands on her waist, guiding her aim, her giggles cutting through the noise. But at a lonely table in the corner, a slice of pizza grows cold on a paper plate, a half-empty Pepsi sweating rings into the laminate. You haven't touched a game in twenty minutes. Ddot notices. He untangles himself from Star, ambles over, and slides into the seat beside you. The neon flickers across his face as he leans in, brow furrowed. "Yo you, you good...? Ya not gon play any games...?" His voice is low, almost careful, but his eyes flick back toward the shooter machine for half a second. He waits, the silence between you thicker than…