When you finally make it {Kenny}

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The directions to the skate park were scrawled down on a scrap piece of paper Tico had "accidentally" torn off of the corner of some sort of notes Percy had had laying around. It was the first thing in sight when Kenny had called to see if Tico might make it to this rap battle going down.

Well, he didn't want to go rushing around for a clean piece of paper and risk sounding too excited. So, Percy's notes paid a small price to get Tico where he needed to go to see his boy Kenny. His boy. Shit, Tico, you want to try and get a bit gayer?. He adjusted his cap on his head as if releasing some of the more uncomfortable thoughts from his head. Hopefully they'd go out the window once he got to that skate park at least.

His little chevy camaro chugged along towards the stop light across the corner from where this rap battle was to be held, and the nerves in Tico's chest were tightening unwelcomely.

"Da fuck, bruh. Get your shit together." He muttered at his rear-view, staring back at himself.

Parking in the gravel lot near the skate park, he slid out of the small car, and slid his hands immediately into his jean pockets. At least Tobi would be there too, mellowing the both of them out even more than was usual. This'd be the first time he actually saw the two in action. Up until now, he'd only heard about these battles they dominated. He was pretty psyched to see it for himself. He decided that would be the feeling he focused on for now.

Of course, that went out of his head the moment he saw Kenny on that little make-shift stage spitting these incredible rhymes. It was all he could do not to take off his cap and fan himself. The rest of the battle he spent bouncing on the balls of his feet, just ready to go congratulate the rapper on a dope performance.

He pushed through some of the crowd even before the last guy finished up his verse, eyes searching out Tobi. Because where Tobi would be, Kenny would be too.

Smiling a bit to himself as he spotted the upturned snap-back, he made his way up to the two.

"Yo, Tobi. Kenny, bruh." He called at them as he approached. "That shit was too real." He told the two, honestly impressed, secretly growing fonder of Kenny than he'd even been before.

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Kenny was feeling good; they'd done well today, and he could tell that people were really starting to recognize he and Tobi's names. He was known and in the music business that could mean anything. "Most dope, most dope," he said with a grin, knocking his head briefly against Tobi's like an affectionate puppy and patting his beat's man on the back in congratulations.

"Yo, Kenny, look who showed up."

He looked up, turning slightly to glance over his shoulder in the direction that Tobi was looking. Kenny grinned widely when he caught sight of Tico making his way over, unable to keep from admiring the soft spoken college student. He'd come, which was a little surprising, but Kenny was still riding high on his success.

"'sup, Tico man, you made it," he said, tipping his head in greeting. "Yeah? You liked it? Dope shitt." Speaking of which. He glanced around lazily, deemed it a safe enough environment to smoke in, and went feeling through his pockets for the spliff he'd rolled that morning. He lit it and took a deep celebratory hit before passing it over to Tico. Rich white fools toasted with wine; Kenny toasted with weed. "How you been, man?" he asked, smiling, content.

He either didn't notice or chose to ignore the meaningful look Tobi was giving him. Or the fact that the beats mixer was already beginning to wander off. Probably chasing tail, not that Kenny could really hold it against him considering the way he was looking at Tico currently.

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"Ya man, thought I'd see what ya'll was about." He shrugged lightly, trying to make it seem as if coming had been no big deal- when yes, actually it was a pretty big deal. He felt like a teenage girl, coming here to fawn over the guy. But there was no fixing this now. Tico was already here, standing face to face with the man. And, surprisingly, it wasn't going too badly, too awkwardly. Perhaps it was due to the joint Kenny presented from his pocket.

Eyeing the other with silent and secret reverence, he watched Kenny take the eager and well-earned hit from the spliff. Eyes detaching themselves slightly from their deep and purposeful study of the other, Tico looked instead to Kenny's hand extending out to him, offering him a hit. He accepted the joint appreciatively, with a small and quick utter of "Thanks" to him. Taking a short breath of it, he turned to try and pass it off to Tobi, who seemed preoccupied with other matters. So, instead, he handed it back over to Kenny, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long moment before breathing it out slow and satisfied.

"Been aiight." He nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "Was gonna come to the battle you had a couple weeks ago, but my moms wanted to do some family shit." He admitted lamely, smiling slightly, as eyes went to meet the other's, and he had to stop them from going back into their study of the other. No, he didn't need to be anymore lame or obvious than he'd already been. This was for sure.

"Watchu been doin', besides spittin' all the other rapper dudes outta the water?" He inquired curiously, knowing it had been a time since the two had hung around at Tobi's dorm. He didn't know if that was because Kenny had just been busy, or if it was because Tico'd been too timid to make any real attempts to impose his presence in Kenny's life.