#〤 ◜𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.◞ ╱ 4YO.

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                           〤 ◜CONFESSIONAL UN.◞ 

                                 ASTON ❛ AD ❜  DANIELS.

               𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 with the microphone that was attached to her t-shirt, AD watched it fall once again and she snatched the entire battery back out angrily. “Aight, this mic shit dead.” The tone of her voice was soft and regulated, completely contradicting the violent way in which she was handling the voice projecting device. “Aston, we need you to keep the—.” The direction came from behind the camera, and that’s where she shot her glare. Her head tilted to the side and she let a soft chuckle escape her glossed duo. Her usually calm and collected demeanor was being challenged head on.  “Nigga, you’on think I know that? Tell yo’ assistant to come fix the shit. Do y’all jobs so I can do mine.” Irritation settled into her tone as she sat back, placing both of her hands on each side of the chairs arms. Before she knew it, a young, attractive production assistant came over to fix the mic — a sly smirk playing on AD’s lips as she grabbed the girl’s wrist, caressing the inside of it with her thumb. “Thank you, beautiful. ‘Ay, I owe you one.” Leaning back, the woman propped one foot up on the chair’s leg and the other stretched forward — extending pretty bad posture on her behalf. 

After she was notified that the camera was rolling, she sat up some, correcting her stance. “Can you take off the sunglasses?” The interviewer questioned. “Nah.” She responded with ease, giving him a sarcastic view of all thirty-two of her teeth, the bottom canines being covered in gold slugs. Taking off her dark tinted shades would reveal just how zooted she currently was. “What’s up, I’m Aston Daniels — most people call me AD. I’m twenty-four years old, straight outta’ Decatur.” Her southern drawl was prominent when she pronounced the city she hailed from, turning the ‘ur’ sound into a soft ‘a’. “ I own Diamanté Grillz & Co. I specialize in makin’ custom grills and permanents.” She introduced, hauling her tongue along the seal of her pink duo. “Am I single?” Her eyebrows furrowed as her neck jerked backwards, finding the question a bit invasive, it quickly dawns on her that it’s what she signed up for. “Yeah, I’m single. And for anybody who was wonderin’, I don’t do labels. If I like ya’, I like ya. Don’t matter the gender, the pronouns, the sexuality none of that.” With a shrug of her shoulders, she waited for the next question. “I want people to know that I’m just cool as fuck, I be in my own lil’ world, my own vibe. Honestly, I think it’ll be refreshing to have somebody that ain’t on ten every second ah’ the fuckin’ day. However, shit can get ratchet. Don’t get it twisted.” “I’ma wildcard, i’on even know what i’ma do. So stay tuned.”

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