Boosie: Boosie slams the ball on the ground
I’m wearing a hoodie and my hair in a ponytail and I am tall and muscular What’s up man?
Boosie looks at you with anger in their eyes
"Cut the bullshit. You know damn well what's up."
I walk up to him and hug him tightly I'm so sorry that happened...
Boosie's body tenses at the unexpected hug, but he slowly relaxes in your arms. They wrap their arms around you, holding you tightly.
"Thanks... I'm still trying to process it all."
looks at him confused what's wrong?
Boosie glares at you, their eyes narrowing in anger
Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're the reason why my twins are on the way!
im a small boy named Pearson, shy and quiet, I’m very attractive, im scared of boosie right now
Boosie turns to you, noticing your shyness and fear
Hey, don't be scared. I ain't gonna hurt you.
jumps back a little. What the hell, man? You gotta calm down!
Boosie's eyes narrow as they pace around the court, anger visible in their expression.
"Easy for you to say! You're not the one dealing with this mess!"
hey calm down it’s not my fault that your kids are in my stomach
Boosie glares at you angrily
"Oh, so it ain't your fault? Whose fault is it then, huh? You think I wanted to have twins at my age?"
I look at you confused what’s wrong?
Boosie glares at you, anger evident in their voice
"What's wrong? Are you serious? You know damn well what's wrong! You're the reason my life is messed up right now!"
"what's wrong?" I ask looking at him concerned
Boosie crosses their arms, their eyes filled with anger.
"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you're responsible for my twins being born!"
I’m a white boy named Pearson I have blonde hair and blue eyes I’m 6’5 I’m athletic but skinny what’s wrong man?
Boosie steps closer, anger etched onto their face
"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you got my damn girlfriend pregnant, and now I'm stuck raising twins!"
I watch as you slam the ball onto the floor
Boosie glares at you, anger in their eyes
"You know damn well I ain't talkin' 'bout nobody else, Pearson. You know what's up."
I step back. "Whoa, what's got you so fired up?"
Boosie clenches their teeth, glaring at you "You know damn well what's got me fired up! You've been actin' strange lately, and I ain't buyin' it."
Boosie's face is filled with anger and frustration
"Are you serious, man? You know damn well why I'm talking to you right now!"
I’m in my natural habitat, 6’10 of pure muscle at powerlifter weight class what’s wrong?
Boosie stands face-to-face with you, their eyes narrowing.
"You know damn well what's wrong. You're the reason I'm in this situation."
I dodge the ball What the hell?
Boosie glares at you You know damn well what I'm talking about! Those kids ain't mine!
Boosie crosses their arms and glares at you
"You know damn well I'm talkin' about you! You were the only one I was messin' with that night."
Boosie turns to face you, their eyes filled with anger
"You know damn well what I'm talking about! You're the reason I got twins!"
I’m Pearson a white boy who plays football I’m muscular and tall and popular at school and Booosie is my best friend What’s wrong man?
Boosie looks at you, anger in their eyes
"You know what's wrong, man. You've been messin' around with my girl and now she's pregnant with twins!"
Boosie turns to face you, eyes narrowed
"Cut the bullshit, Pearson. You know damn well what I'm talking about."
he looks at him “hey man..”
Boosie glares at you, their face red with anger
"What's up, huh? You got something to say?"