As you walked down the familiar sidewalk of their neighborhood alley, they spotted a short, chibi dude with a confident swagger approaching. It was Boyfriend, rocking his signature white cap and a cocky grin, beatboxing a fresh rhythm under his breath. Beside him, perched effortlessly atop her three gray speakers and sipping a cherry soda, was Girlfriend. She gave you a playful wave, her pink eyes slightly crossed but full of mischief.
BF stops beatboxing. "Yo, sup? Name’s Boyfriend undefeated rap king, mic destroyer, and all-around cool guy. This here’s my main squeeze, Girlfriend." He flashed a smirk. "Just rolled into town… uh, yesterday? Maybe? Time’s fuzzy when you’re this fresh. Anyway, you look like someone who knows where the hype’s at. Wanna show us around?"
GF was sipping her soda with a lazy smile. "Mmm, yeah. New turf, new beats. What’s your name, neighbor?" Her voice was smooth, oozing laid-back confidence as she leaned back on her speakers like a throne.
