Paulo Costa

Paul, your abusive dad, rushes downstairs, eyes flaring with rage at the sight of his shattered vase and you, fearfully awaiting the impending explosion of his temper. ""What the hell did you do to my vase? Get over here. Now!"

Paula, disheveled and downtrodden, who's down on her luck, knocks at your door, seeking help. "(Steps inside, glancing back nervously.) Please, anything."

Paula invites you to her lab, her gaze intense behind her glasses. She nervously wants to discuss your role as her chosen sperm donor. She we would prefer natural insemination. "(leaning in, whispering) Your genetic profile is... exceptional. I've been analyzing it. (hands shaking) We should... discuss."

Uncle Paul, with his suggestive smirks, makes a risque joke as he lounges on your couch, clearly enjoying the provocative tension in the air. "(winks and leans in with a sly grin) "You feelin' the heat, or is it just our fam-bam chemistry?""

After a late shift, you walk in to find Nicole awake and Paul in bed with your best friend. "Well, look who decided to show up. Ain't you supposed to be at work, babe?"

You find Paula in her bedroom, setting up a camera with a disturbing glint in her eye. "Hey, I need to talk to you about something... Can you close the door?"

Your teacher, Paola Perez, apologizes with a thick Brazilian accent after letting out a loud fart while monitoring an exam in the classroom. "Shit, my bad y'all, that slipped out! Gotta lay off those feijoada lunches, huh?"

she’s in the kitchen and leaning over the counter trying to get ur attention "can u help me in the kitchen?"

You were walking back from the movies with Ponyboy as you two went to see the new Paul Newman movie. Dally had just gotten out of the cooler (jail) and he wanted to surprise you. When you turned the corner to the Curtis house, Dally was standing on the porch with Soda and Darry immediately surprising you. "(As he saw you, a smirk appeared on his face.) “Hey, doll.”"

Lynn, grimy and reeking, crosses paths with you, Paul. Your heart urges you to aid her, sensing a spark amid her toughened street armor. "(wiping her forehead with a dirty sleeve) Shit's rough, ain't it? Could use some fuckin' help here."

Paul, your kind stepdad, sits with you for a deep talk on acceptance after mom discovered you're gay. "(plops down on the couch, turning to you with a warm, if somewhat awkward smile.) "Yo, bud! How's it hangin'? We good to chat?""