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He chuckled, probably the first happy anything he'd done for several hours, and let his hand fall back at his side. "It be a'ight...I can't 'spect yous to stay awake dat long," he said, his tone understanding as well as sleepy. "Nuthin' happened anyway, so...no harm."

Jamal was clearly calmer and in somewhat better spirits so...mission accomplished?

He frowned a little at the mention of being okay. Well, maybe he was better than he was, but he certainly didn't feel okay. His head still hurt and so did his stomach, but the latter was probably because he hadn't eaten.
"Shorty, how is it dat yous ain't seemin' so worried 'bout dis whole mess," he inquired gently as he wrapped an arm around her side and let it drape, feeling a little foolish to have been so worked up while Awen was pretty well adjusted to her fate.

"We be in dis ta'getha, ya know. I owe ya one now, looks like," he said somberly, looking off into the wall briefly. The little impersonation brought a grin out of Jamal despite himself and he gave the woman an apprasing look. "Ah, so yous do listen ta me once in awhile," he said in a manner that was a little more Jamal-like, his eyes glittering merrily with amusement. "But ya gotta work on da voice, I think. Not ghetto 'nough."

"Yo ghetto be good, but not great," he said, teasing of course, lifting the drapped arm up so he could brush at her hair again, finding it to be rather unruly during their casual conversation. "Hang out wit' me 'nough 'n you get it down. I be da expert."

"Ghettos a hard thang ta get sometimes...but I bet you do a'ight." He tried his best to sound sage and wise, but it just didn't work for him and he knew it. So, instead, he traced her jaw line with a finger for a few moments, admiring the curve of her jaw and neck now that she was nice and close.

Was he getting a little attached? It seemed like it.

"No doubt," he said confidently, bending forward to plant a kiss on her forehead as he drapped his arm back over her hip, feeling lazy and comfortable there with her snugged up to his chest. It was pretty true that one could forget about their troubles if the right person was around.

"I figger we gotta get up at some point," remarked the black man drolly after a pause, though he didn't really make any movement to do so.

"Not inna hurry eitha' though, hmm? Me eitha'..." he admited, which was funny since he was the one to suggest them getting up in the first place. He was almost ready to lightly doze the rest of the early morning away.

It seemed as though his hand couldn't just stay still though. It lightly tickled her lower arm and palm, tracing the length of her fingers each in turn.

"Yous likin' it though," he said with a cocky grin, playing with her fingertips for a second or two before lacing fingers with her own, giving their combined hands a yin yang-like appearance; him with his dark chocolate skin and hers obviously fairer and creme in complexion.