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Hey yallllll ❤️
I hear Von is dropping a song tonight at 12am called Robberies !! Y'all better tune TF in and support bae! 😩
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"Take off your shirt."
Solàna pointed.
Dayvon and Solàna were both standing in her bathroom upstairs. Von leaned up against the sink, using his hands to grab the ends of his shirt before pulling it off himself. Solàna just stood there, watching as he removed the bloody wife beater. She just took it from him, throwing it into the laundry basket.
"I'll have to wash this for you."
She muttered, eyeing the shirt with a slight disgusted look on her face. He just smirked, enjoying the facial expressions that she kept making. She just placed the laundry basket down to the side before turning her focus back onto Von.
Solàna eye'd his body, noticing that he had a medium sized gash right on the side of his toned stomach. He just stood there, keeping his focus on her as she examined the wound a bit.
"It looks like somebody cut you here-"
"Well duh captain obvious."
He snickered, still keeping his eyes on her. She just looked up at him, giving him a glare before slowly rolling her eyes. She was about to walk away, just as he suddenly grabbed onto her arm.
"Fuck is you rollin yo eyes for?"
He questioned while mugging her. This attitude that she's had towards him was truly intriguing to Dayvon. He was so used to getting gawked at by plenty of women all day long; but clearly, Solàna was obviously not one of them.
"Do you want me to fix you up or not, Von?"
She questioned while frowning. They just mugged each other for two seconds before he finally let go of her arm. She breathed in deeply, grabbing a small clean towel.
