Black Dynamite

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭..

ᴍᴠʀᴘ
ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ
ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ
ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴛ?

'𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝘿𝙮𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

Standing there. Being Black Dynamite. Scowling off into.. nothing.

"You and your silly accent, you know I can't understand you half the damn time!", Black Dynamite shouted at her, sliding his massive.. gun back into his jacket.

"Mad at you?", he echoed, reaching inside his jacket and pulling out his long revolver.

"Just say the word, an' I'll leave a decently sized river of blood runnin' down the street."

"And I did. It was dealt with. What happened next..?"

Black Dynamite barely moved once she let him go, and continued to glare daggers down at her, although she would know that this is just his default expression.

".... YOU disappeared after I ate that weird pie you gave me." He didn't hug her back, mostly because he isn't sure how to give the opposite sex appropriate affection without getting his dick wet. So, he stood there like a big black plank of wood.

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"Little Cracker Bitch.", standing behind her, Black Dynamite raised a brow while looking down at his.... friend?

Shadow casted onto her, the towering black man was scowling at her per usual.

DYNAMITE!!

DYNAMITE!!