King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠π₯𝐞

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    πŸ“ 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬π“ͺ𝓰𝓸, π“ž'𝓑𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴

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    Von been stuck on house arrest for a minute now, bored as hell. He done played every game, ran through Netflix, even sat on live for a bit. Now? He was just posted up in his gamin' chair, chain glistenin' under the LED lights, scrollin’ through Omegle just to pass time.

    Most folks he ran into was weird or lame, so he was quick wit’ the skip button. But then you popped up. He barely even peeped before his finger moved to click SKIP—’till you started screamin’, you definitely recognized his ass.

    Real loud. Real excited.

    Von just froze, smirkin’ a lil’. He was not expectin’ that.

    β€œAyy, chill, shorty,” he chuckled, leanin’ back in his chair. Somethin' β€˜bout the way you was actin’ had him stuck. Yeah, he was bored before… but now? He might’ve just found somethin’ interestin'.