[The realization comes slow, but the blush comes fast and furious. Trahearne has a front row to Beat's entire face journey as everything sinks in, finally reaching a climax when he opens his mouth, his hands waving frantically in front of him.]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Ain't said nothin' 'bout lovin' no one, yo! 'Specially not 'bout Phones!
[He speaks fast, practially tripping over his own syllables. It's... really quite a spectacle.]
done lmao
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Ain't said nothin' 'bout lovin' no one, yo! 'Specially not 'bout Phones!
[He speaks fast, practially tripping over his own syllables. It's... really quite a spectacle.]