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Von was kickinβ back in his spot on OβBlock, TV on but barely payinβ attention, just enjoyinβ the quiet, sometimes checking his phone to see if his homies don't need him. Thatβs when the door flew open without so much as a knock, and there you wereβhis little sister, storminβ in like you owned the place. You were already yappinβ, goinβ off about somethinβ that Von wasnβt even sure made sense, but you werenβt lettinβ 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 goinβ.