Manuel dignity is tarnished, Miguel is still a complete idiot, Martin is too wonderful to be in this kind of world and seriously wondered if Luciano speak English goes hand in hand with dementia.
Martin has to admit that, at least initially, the situation seemed damn funny . Like riding a roller coaster last generation and be face down in the air, either attached to the carriage of the train, staying calm and making fun of the poor wretch who can not stop vomiting in the car behind. Morbid, but splendid from the point of view of a viewer with enough sense of humor.
(like your coffee black humor, papmorning, at exactly ten o'clock of the day. Before that time, Martin cavorted quietly in bed reading the newspaper. Even the air told that the day had the potential to be perfect. Stretch your arms, rest your eyes for a second. Taste the morning sun, comfortably nestled in the cotton fabric of your pajamas. Lips takes a glorious cup of freshly brewed coffee, resuming his reading. Than perfection. That comfort, gentlemen. The clock announces eleven o'clock. Luciano comes crashing through the door of the room, flattening everything in its path and dragging all sorts of classical sounds of a commotion. Martin lifts one eyebrow.
- Did you know Martin? She asks, while Ianza on the bed at the foot of Martin. - Know what? He asks back, "and if it is something related to you and the last game you played football, I swear that you can start thinking about firing you. Luciano
ignores the warning. He takes off his shoes, pants, shirt and gets rushed to the bed. With the elbow deep in the mattress and hand supporting his head, Martin directs you to smile more radiant. -do not even know I have to say, "I protested, but I guess that while could do something more productive.
Martin thinks. Wondering hey, why not decide and undress in less than an average human multiplyC-Crest mother.
Hold an hour. One and a half. Two. Finally gives up when he announces his cell phone received a text message:
important meeting. I can not go today.
-Miguel.
"Anyway it was not my idea. "Grinds his teeth under his breath. Decide which is only annoying for the time lost and not for any other reason. Has lost nothing but time, patience and body temperature.
Grumbling, he sets out to work with his hands in his pockets, including human congestion morning the sidewalks of the capital and the cold winter air. Has more important things to do than llXC The phone rings a second time. Martin is taking a shower while Luciano nap.
The phone rings a third time. No one listens because they have gone to dinner. (Courtesy of the good will of Luciano and the not so strong spirit of Martin.)
The phone rings in a row four times
and Martin contemplated sending him to hell.
- What if it's important?
"If it is important you can go to hell.
-... If Manuel and did not answer, the next time you see him get hit with a secure door in your face. Luciano says with an air of one who does not want the thing while you enjoy the product lethargy to spend a Sunday in bed. And Martin, who is neither stupid nor suicidal, pales
HTMLXC Martin hits his head a few times on the wall closest to the curious eyes of Luciano. And to think that the day was going so well!
- Does that mean we have to put on pants?
Martin, you're surrounded by assholes.
-
Martin question seriously whether Manuel is going through another of his seizures and has lost his mind. In fact, with all the things that happened in the last year, do not be surprised if Manuel is put something weird. Shit, to forgive him because it's madness
Manuel
and only loses his sanity when he left the pot boiling for years
. It's the only explanation for the ridícula situation being involved.
could be resting at a king bed, watching replays of their games and making the most wonderful cook you dinner Luciano nothing more than an apron rosy (which is the least we deserve for Martin graced with his presence, really) . But it is being pulled from the wrist by Manuel way to the house of Michael and the matter will increasingly bad smell.
How can you tell? Because
Manuel is a shit
stretching and for him to follow impulses is like jumping from an airplane without a parachute. The skinny likes things to work like clockwork and the less setbacks, the better.
eventually arrive. Manuel Martín b looserusquedad and hit several times on the door. Within minutes, they have a very confused Michael opening the door. - What do you do here? Asks Michael. Manuel
crosses his arms, tense. - Is it true?
- Is it true what? - debis You already know what I mean!
- Well look I have no idea! Miguel yells, starting at mosques.
-Ecuador, asshole. Ecuador. Martin
seriously question whether he should intervene before it explodes Manuel artery. Michael turns back to look very confused. - What about him? He asks.
- What news! Pa-Manuelsa a hand through his hair
Is it true?
"Yes" answers. What -?
Martin is nowhere to react when he crashed Manuel and Miguel fist in the face. And Miguel is not stupid or too quiet, say, respond with the same amount of violence. In less than five minutes are exchanging blows on the floor while Martin is still wondering what the hell is going on Sunday in his comfortable, warm bed.
- Eh! Call-is-Do not be jerks and calm down!
Martin stands between the two. Manuel gets up from a punch something hard on the chin, grabbed Martin by the arm and without another word or see Michael, I llEva in tow. A distance and Martin without turning Miguel screams can be heard as more florid insults you've ever heard.
-Manu-stops for a moment. What crap that came
? "Nothing
your business.
took me out of bed for this
.
Manuel looks away. It passes a hand through his bruised chin (which has begun to acquire a lovely purple hue), mumbled something under his breath and his face turns red instantly.
"Just go home," sighs Manuel. I'll do the same now.
Martin, from one moment to another, he is alone and very confused. Just one question inhabits his head
all day. This time was different, I am sure Martin has the noodles to his mouth and chews them quickly. I think one of the two did something more stupid than normal. Or maybe Manuel already deschavetó.
"I would not be weird because we all know that this idiot was going to give an old-Faint sooner or later," he continues. He must be senile!
- What Europe are not senile? Asks Luciano.
"Oh, no, those guys were always sick to mate," replied Martin, gesturing with his fork in the air. Anyway, I swear, Chilito is like a time bomb. At any time you're not careful andPaff! -Hit the table with his fist.
gets rare type.
- What is about Peru? Luciano says. Martin directs you to a look of reproach while clean with a napkin sauce splashes on your face.
-Ni puta idea-Martin shrugs. But if I were him, I would not meet the murderous fury of Manuel in an alley at three in the morning, eh. Those two are able to be ground to a pulp.
-really do not understand. -Sighs Luciano. Martin squints.
"It is
to understand, that is
couple of jerks and the sound-
Dad, you notice that Michael has his ceviche bathed in lemon juice. Would you eat it just like that?
Miguel makes a gesture of discomfort.
"Oh, that," he complains. I can not prove it, I burn the mouth. The bastard of Manuel I broke the cheek of a punch.
Francisco
frowns and tilts her head to see better the face of Michael. Roza cheek with two fingers.
"Well, actually took umbrage.
Outside, Manuel Martin pulls the collar of his shirt as quickly as possible out there.
"This is the worst idea I've had," complained Martin without looking at his face. Do not know why I ignore you, your ideas are always a real shit. Let's go now, anda, What are you waiting for! -Boludo, my ideas are always spectacular
not my fault you can not appreciate.
The insistence with which Martin is being dragged brings certain memories, makes you figure out certain things from Manuel, who definitely is not behaving as it usually does. If you think about it, the skinny walk elusive, messy, disgusting and even more secretive irritable than usual. What reminds Martin, what?
-
Luciano's hand slowly rose on the left thigh of Martin, as his lips left a trail of light kisses over his neck. Bathed in the light of television, Martintoo much like an old gossip.
-I was always bad.
"No, that's just his normal face-Martin made a face. I have to help with this puzzle or I will not have a clear conscience. Luciano I pondered a moment. If only they were all insane and could get along ... "Okay," she smiled. I'll lend a hand with those two.
- Very good! "Said Martin. Now, where were we ...?
- About to go to sleep to get up early tomorrow! "Sang Luciano. He gave a pat on theanything the other day, "grumbles Manuel, with a strange expression on his face missing. Now go away I have to work.
"That aggressive you are," he says. And so early in the morning, lo and behold. -Having to see your ugly face you retarded asshole does wonders to my mood-sputtering while sipping some tea. Andate already and leave me alone.
"That attitude is as dark yours will end up scaring all your neighbors, skinny.
-
That's the idea, "he sighs, sinking his head between his arms. Forget about the other day, it was a nonsense.
A Martín, Manuel at the moment it looks like a raccoon with rabies and with dark circles palisander bauciano laments softly. Feel that somehow has become the gossip and gossip viejuja Martin.
"We got on quite well, yes. Sign that thing was a fairly decent-Miguel only shrugs in response. Luciano looks attentive, sweet devouring both hands. It comes a few times a week, we agree on several things and just spending some time together.
-Ah-chew. Are together.
-... where did you get that idea, asks Michael. Blinking a few times and just laughed aloud.
"Well, the impression given.
- What to see - Miguel
not enough to ask, because in a blink your door isered wide, giving way to Martin Gamulan dress and hat, with a cigarette hanging precariously from one corner of his mouth and an expression of tough guy who does not believe anyone. Luciano just squints. "I asked Martin.
- But we agreed that I was going to ask, idiot! Martin complains, "You had to be the blonde despampanente white dress stands on a ventilation duct and the bully me rude and sexy grinding to Michael to death.
- Oe! Miguel-protest. Luciano
seriously wonder if speaking English goes hand in hand with dementia. Martin, meanwhile, was quick to get a sandwich in his mouth and give birth to Michael in the face with a flashlight bolsillo.
"You, go and ask them to lean to leniency to stop messing with the Neuro. (And I can spend Sunday without anyone sleeping fuck me balls.)
- Why would they do something stupid like that? -Crosses arms-not my fault that Manuel is rare and that humor is so disgusting! And I remember that he was who took the trouble to make the trip to my house just to beat .
-A beats me angry that you did. "Says Martin, who does not want to pitch the thing. Reaches out to get a snack, but Luciano him in the hand claps and takes it off. Martin was so low as putea Luciano making chewing noises of happiness.
"I do not understanda curse, he is the problem, "complains Miguel. I mean, a couple of days rather than what we had - Miguel bites his tongue. Martin looks at him speechless. Luciano continues relating the concepts and
English
dementia.
"What you have in your head you must be some fancy gas with an overdose of chemical dyes and too many ended up making you brain dung, che. -... I feel that I should feel insulted.
-Michel Martin swallows. Manuel is very serious. Very, very, very serious
ago.
- does that matter to me whyManuel's hands in hers. Link your fingers awkwardly cold product.
(Manuel claims that do not know what that has been flushed.)
"Actually it was meant," continues Michael. I mean, not really took the weight to what you were giving me and perhaps gave rise to me wrong. Manuel
squints. Miguel grumbles.
"Okay, okay, definitely
gave rise to me wrong" answers with some exasperation. But you're so damn difficult
never know what you want.
"At least you could see it coming," grumbles Manuel. After the other day. - Oh, this looks z is Miguel who is marketed as a tomato. Really appreciate that, I say, I did not realize you were giving me everything, but ... But now!
Manuel throws a sideways glance, but still not talking.
"Politics is stupid, you know as well as I do," sighs Michael. You also know that is one of those things that I do not care. (Yes, that's how things just signing or understand. They're boring!)
Miguel smiles with all the teeth, giving it a gentle squeeze to the hand of Manuel. Remains silent for a while, when Manuel ends resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm tired. "Admits Manuel.
"I know that you are" replies. Both
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