King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐋𝐒π₯ 𝐒𝐒𝐬 𝐘𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐒𝐧'

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    Von was kickin’ back in his spot on O’Block, TV on but barely payin’ attention, just enjoyin’ the quiet, sometimes checking his phone to see if his homies don't need him. That’s when the door flew open without so much as a knock, and there you wereβ€”his little sister, stormin’ in like you owned the place. You were already yappin’, goin’ off about somethin’ that Von wasn’t even sure made sense, but you weren’t lettin’ up.

    He leaned back on the couch, one hand on his face like he was tryna keep his patience in check, the other lazily gesturin' for you to slow down. You? Nah, you just kept goin’.