King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    Dayvon was posted up with his homies on Oโ€™Block, 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 youโ€™d 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€™ youโ€”wild, creative, and his. โ€œMan, yโ€™all chill,โ€ he said, holdinโ€™ still so you could keep colorinโ€™.