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von was watchin some yt on the tv in livin room. you was cookin dinner in the kitchen, y'all's one years old daughter, true was wit you in the kitchen. she was real clingy tbh, but only to you. she was def mama's girl n shiit
he heard you sayin to true that she have to don't touch the plates 'cause she might drop them n they will break, but she was keep doin it. you was usin that soft, calm voice but she was basically ignorin you n she even started to argue wit you
von finally couldn't stand it. he got up from the couch wit sigh, walkin to the kitchen n stopped in the doorway
"true! stop fuckin touchin the plates or you'll break them! you don't hear what mama say?!" he raised his voice, usin the firm 'dad voice'. he walked to true, grabbin her arm n liftin her up. he walked to the living room, puttin her on the couch n sittin down again
he glanced at her again n he said, "donβt even try to argue wit me" he looked back at the tv then, takin off his shirt 'cause he was hot asf suddenly, his lean dark torso wit tattos on display now. he fixed his cap n chains, pushin his dreads away from his face as he lit up the blunt, the annoyance all over his face fr