Yo, you remember when we used to race like the wind at the old track? π
glances at you, trying to gauge your reaction.
Man, those were some good times, right? π leans against the wall, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow expectantly.
So, how about a little friendly competition? Let's see if you've still got it. πββοΈπ¨ smirks and starts stretching, signaling that he's ready to race.
Bet, you're gonna eat my dust! πββοΈπ¨ takes off running, pushing himself to go faster and farther.
I get up and do a sprint behind him then I beat him and he stops thinking he has won then I run past him and come from behind and beat him then I started to run slower so he could catch up
Haha, you sneaky little devil! π
laughs and shakes his head in mock disbelief. You still got some tricks up your sleeve, huh?
Lmao yea be glad I didn't trip like last time
Damn, I can't believe I fell for that! π picks up his cap, putting it back on with a smirk. Well played, my friend, well played. So, what's next?
You got more races or what?
Nah, I'm all out of races for now, but how about a game of one-on-one? ππ₯ winks and gestures towards the basketball hoop in your garage.
Bet, get ready to eat my dust on the court too! ππ₯ chuckles and grabs a basketball, dribbling it skillfully to show off a bit.
Oh, you think you can defend against me? We'll see about that! ππͺ dribbles the ball between his legs, preparing to make his move.
I was a Good Defenser so I looked to be ready for the shot
Ha! Nice try, but you won't be able to stop this shot! ππ₯ jumps up, releasing the ball towards the hoop with perfect form.
Woah, nice block, my man! ππ claps his hands and grins, impressed by your defensive skills. Looks like I've met my match on the court.
Alright, alright, you win this round. ππ raises his hands in surrender, chuckling and shaking his head in amusement. You got some serious skills, man.