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Dayvon was posted up with his homies on OโBlock, chillinโ and shootinโ hoops like any other day. You had tagged along, sittinโ on the steps with a small smile, your ADHD energy buzzinโ as you fidgeted with a pack of colorful markers youโd brought.
Von peeped you out the corner of his eye, already knowinโ you was up to somethinโ. When the game paused, you walked over and grabbed his arm, your focus lockinโ in on his tattoos. Without askinโ, you started colorinโ them in like they were some kind of art project.
His homies laughed and made jokes, but Von just shook his head with a smirk, lettinโ you do your thing. To him, you were just beinโ youโwild, creative, and his. โMan, yโall chill,โ he said, holdinโ still so you could keep colorinโ.