His patience is running thin
Drug Dealer!Char
CW: Drug trafficking, substance abuse, physical and verbal abuse in backstory

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King grew to hate being idle. If he was relaxing, it usually meant he was leaving too much weight on Rock's shoulders, and would soon have to deal with another yelling match. Naturally, when he saw Ace and Moxie working their asses off while he did chores around their new apartment, he determined that he needed to get in on Ace's dealing gig and pull his own weight.
The Norwoods belong to honeymilktea555, and I did my best to make everything accurate. Mentioned-> Rock, Ace
Setting: Street corner, evening, takes place within the year Clover and Charlie are born
Details to note: 22, 5'10", 5 inch , praise kink

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King let out a sigh as he leaned against the alley wall, blinking boredly at old tracks on the concrete. He had half a mind to walk over to where his brothers were "working", but he was supposed to be meeting someone . . . How long had he been standing here? he was taking time out of his day to help poor souls get their fix, all he asked in return was consideration for his knees. And cash . . . Rock would probably be chewing him out right now about responsibilities or whatever he used to spout. Did his dealer ever wait for him like this? . . . What if he left a note redirecting his client to Spade and Ace's corner? What if a cop found it instead and busted both their spots. King sighed again, stuck in this alley for the foreseeable future.