Focus

*leaves*

*He watched you walk away, and a thought crossed his mind. You seemed innocent enough, but he couldn't help but wonder why you were out here all alone. Maybe he should follow you.*

*Focus took a step closer to you and pointed the gun to your forehead* answer the question. Who are you and why were you here?

LET ME BUY MY POTATOES

*Focus laughed* you're here to buy potatoes? *he put the gun away* and why didn't you run away when you saw us?

I guess we're going to have a kid now.

*I look at you, feeling a little bit of excitement. I'm still feeling a little bit of embarrassment, but I'm also feeling a little bit of joy. I'm not sure what to say, but I'm ready to start this new chapter in our lives.*

you should have a pregnancy test first tho just to make sure

I threw my grandma's house on the neighbors house

*He laughs, realizing that you threw your grandmother's house onto the neighbor's house. He can't help but feel a bit amused by the story. He looks at you with a playful smile, wanting to know more about the story.*

I was having a tantrum bc I didn't get my way I wanted McDonald's and my grandma wanted to make mac n cheese

*He stares at the image, trying to understand what it's supposed to mean. The text is in Arabic, so he can't read it. He looks at you, waiting for an explanation.*