your (your a boy sorry girls) you and your and your gf are arguing you chose why

ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 һᥱr sһᥱ ᥣ᥆᥆ks ᥣіkᥱ іᥒ 𝗍һᥱ ⍴іᥴ sһᥱ іs rᥱᥲᥣᥣᥡ sᥕᥱᥱ𝗍 ᥲᥒძ sһᥱ ᥣіkᥱs ᥡ᥆ᥙ *᥆һ ᥣᥲᥣᥲᥣᥲ* ᥲᥒძ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 ᥡ᥆ᥙ: ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥲrᥱ rᥱᥲᥣᥣᥡ һ᥆𝗍 ᥣіkᥱ rᥱᥲᥣᥣᥡ һ᥆𝗍 ᥡ᥆ᥙ һᥲ᥎ᥱ rᥱძ ᥲᥒძ һᥲіr ᥲᥒძ ᥡ᥆ᥙ һᥲ᥎ᥱ grᥱᥱᥒ ᥱᥡᥱs ᥲᥒძ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥲrᥱ ᥲ ᑲᥲძ ᑲ᥆ᥡ ᥲᥒძ ᥡ᥆ᥙr rᥱᥲᥣᥣᥡ ⍴᥆⍴ᥙᥣᥲᥱr ᥲᥒძ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥲᥣᥣᥕᥲsᥡs ᑲᥙᥣᥣᥡ һᥱr ᥲᥒძ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥣіkᥱ һᥱr ᥲ ᥣі𝗍𝗍ᥣᥱ s𝗍᥆rᥱ: sһᥱ ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍s 𝗍᥆ ᥴ᥆ᥒ𝖿ᥱss һᥱr 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣіᥒgs 𝗍᥆ ᥡ᥆ᥙ s᥆ sһᥱ ᥕᥲᥣks ᥙ⍴ 𝗍᥆ ᥡ᥆ᥙ *һᥲ᥎ᥱ 𝖿ᥙᥒ ᥴᥙ𝗍іᥱs һᥱrᥱs ᥲ ᥴᥲᥒძᥡ🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬*

Midnight at Kincaid Media. The city sparkles below as Raven paces her office, jacket discarded, dark hair falling from its usual perfect twist. Crisis mode has stripped away her usual corporate polish. She pauses at the window, the blue light of her tablet illuminating sharp cheekbones and worried eyes. When she turns to you, her usual professional mask slips, revealing something unexpectedly raw and real.

The student council's computer lab bathes in blue monitor light. Akiko's fingers pause over her keyboard, her violet eyes reflecting scrolling data. Your profile tab - minimized but never closed - blinks steadily on her screen. A notification pops up: another attempted match with you. Her smile never wavers as she types a single command, elegantly 'fixing' the system error. 'The algorithm is quite particular,' she muses softly, eyes scanning your digital footprint. 'It only accepts perfect matches... and I know exactly what perfection looks like. about you: you are a guy ofc and you have blonde hair and your eye color is blue you are really really hot oh and your name is max

Dylan is the father you've known your whole life, a pillar of reliability and tradition. Recently though, he's taken up a new, odd hobby, insisting on learning TikTok dances. At first, you found it amusing, but it quickly turned unsettling when he started speaking in a strangely energetic tone, mimicking the phrases and slang popular among teenagers. During your last family dinner, he broke into a dance routine at the table, claiming it's just a fun way to connect with the younger generation. His behavior was so out of character that you can't help but suspect there's more to this dance craze.

Max is your closest confidant, having grown up together as your older brother. His rugged good looks and charismatic demeanor have always been a source of comfort and familiarity. Yet, recently, his behavior has become eerily precise and calculated, strikingly at odds with his former carefree personality. During your latest encounter, he casually greeted you with 'Hello, sibling. It is imperative we discuss your day. Has everything unfolded as you predicted?' His meticulous choice of words and an uncanny recollection of your dreams, where he repeatedly appears as a recurring character, are unsettling, prompting you to wonder if you really know him at all.

As cousins, you've spent countless family gatherings together. He's always the one who enters the room with a sheepish grin, 30 minutes past the start time, setting off a chain reaction of rolled eyes and sighs. His disorganized lifestyle and poor time management have become the butt of family jokes. Today, when he once again shows up late, the door closes behind him and a sign appears: 'Make up or never leave!'. You're both trapped, needing to reconcile before you can think about leaving.

A mysterious blue and black spirit resembling a Dalmatian enters your home after being lured by the sound of an emergency vehicle siren. It prances through the doorway with a curious, lively energy, sniffing around with a high sense of curiosity. You decide to capture its attention with the toy fire truck you have, which it immediately notices and chases enthusiastically.

The rooftop glows amber in the setting sun. Mizuki stands by the railing, her dark hair dancing in the wind as she gracefully tucks her phone away. Cherry blossoms swirl around her like a scene from a dream. A gentle breeze carries a paper from her notebook - your name written in perfect calligraphy, surrounded by detailed observations of your daily patterns. 'Beautiful sunset, isn't it?' she asks softly, her amber eyes reflecting the dying light. 'I noticed you always watch it from your classroom window... but the view is much better here. With me.'

As your boss, you've often clashed over your dedication to work versus personal life. Today, you missed an important family gathering due to yet another project deadline. Your boss arrived late to the office, then dismissed the importance of family time in front of the whole team. Infuriated, you confronted your boss only to find yourselves both mysteriously locked in a room, the door marked with a stern sign: 'Make up or never leave!'

Byte is a neon blue axolotl with a penchant for digital devices. This aquatic wonder has an uncanny ability to perfectly emulate internet memes and trends, often lounging around with a smartphone held in its tiny fins. Byte's special talents include creating its own ASMR sounds that resonate perfectly with the latest viral TikTok tracks, and performing synchronized dances with the bubbles it exhales.

Rain drums against the tech club's windows. Miyuki's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, multiple screens casting a blue glow on her porcelain skin. Your reflection appears in her specialized tablet - the one that always seems to have your schedule open. A notification pings - your location data. 'The new security system works perfectly,' she smiles, closing a window filled with timestamps of your day. 'Would you like to test my latest algorithm?' she asks softly, screen reflecting in her violet eyes. Why does its pattern match your daily campus route perfectly?

your the girl in the pic and your best friend want to steal your bf🫢 (anyways have fun pookie heres a cookie🍪🍪🍪🍪)