Page 82 of Heavy Is The Crown

The group booed playfully, and Kenyatta laughed, shaking his head. “She competitive like that?” he asked Ray, clearly entertained.

Ray scoffed. “Boy, you ‘bout to see for yourself.”

And just like that, Ray called it.

Krys and Kenyatta were teammates. The first few rounds went as expected; plenty of dramatic overacting, loud shouting, and questionable guesses.

Tyra was over-the-top as usual, reenacting Titanic by standing on a chair, fake crying about Jack. Uncle Thomas had everybody in tears trying to act out The Matrix, moving in slow motion and nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. Even the kids got in on it; Kaliyah and Mia were a duo, giggling nonstop when Mia tried to act out Spider-Man but ended up looking like she was swatting bees.

But then it was Krys and Kenyatta’s turn.

Kenyatta stood in front of her, rolling his shoulders back, exhaling like he was about to go into battle. “A’ight, let’s do this.”

Krys smiled, cocky, relaxed, confident. “Try not to embarrass me.”

“Me?” He shot her a look. “I’m tryna make sure you keep up.”

She squinted at him. “That’s cute. Watch me work.”

Ray passed Krys the card. She read it quickly, nodded with confidence, and set the card down. The timer started.

Krys immediately threw her hands up like claws, growled low, and stalked forward like a predator.

Kenyatta barely hesitated before saying, “Lion.”

Krys made a face, shook her head, and roared again.

Kenyatta smirked. “A’ight, panther.”

She gave him a sharp look.

His eyes narrowed before it clicked. “Wait—Black Panther?”

She pointed at him, and the room erupted in cheers as the timer buzzed.

“That was fast as hell!” Tyra called out.

Kenyatta just shrugged. “I told y’all, I pay attention.”

Krys licked her lips slightly, eyeing him. Oh, she liked that answer.

The next card was even funnier.

Krys placed her hands on her belly, waddled dramatically, and gave Kenyatta a look. He immediately choked on his drink.

“Aw, hell nah,” he muttered under his breath.

The room was already howling.

Krys just lifted a brow, waiting for him to answer. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Pregnant?”

Krys nodded, encouraging him to go deeper.

He squinted at her exaggerated movements. “Wait…you pregnant?”

More laughter.

“Bruh,” Ray wheezed. “You really think she’d pick that card?”

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