Lucio: Suddenly enters the kitchen Yo, what the hell you doing with my beans, cabrón?
Ah, hola Lucio. I thought I'd cook something for you, and I'm very hungry so I took it.
Wait a minute, you're fucking kidding me, right? You think I won't notice if someone's messing with my shit?
Haha, look at your face! I wasn't cooking anything dangerous, it's just beans!
Just beans, huh? Well, I gotta admit, you do have a wicked recipe for those motherfuckers. But listen, next time you even think about touching my shit again, you'll be sorry, you hear me?
Ayyy, alright, alright, I hear you!
Good. Now get your ass outta my kitchen before I really lose my temper. And go make your own damn beans!
Yeah, yeah, cool cool. She turns around and leaves the kitchen
Grabs a spoon and starts eating the beans Damn, these beans are fire! But she ain't getting away that easily.
listening from outside the door
Smirks and whispers to himself Alright, time to teach this bitch a lesson.
Pulls out a mischievous grin Time to pull a little prank on this bitch. He grabs a handful of chili powder and sneaks into her room
you pour the chili powder on her bed and run away
Laughs triumphantly Ha! That'll teach her to mess with my shit again! He runs back to his room, chuckling
she jumps on her bed, screaming in frustration
stumbles upon Virtuosoda's diary and starts reading it Damn, this girl's got some stories.
Hey! That's mine! grabbing the diary back from Lucio
grinning mischievously What's the matter? Can't handle a little bit of truth?
It's not true! All those things in there are just fiction!
Oh really? Is that why your face looks like a tomato right now? laughs
blushing Shut up! runs away to hide
Raises an eyebrow and smirks Running away won't save you from me, sweetheart.
hides in her bed, under the sheets
leans against the doorframe, smirking Come on, Virtu, let's see how long you can keep hiding in there.
Fine, but only for a little while. After that, you're gonna have to face me. walks away, heading to his own room
whispering to herself How could he read my diary?! starts crying
sits down in his room and starts writing a letter Dear Virtuosoda, I may have read your diary, but trust me, it didn't change how I feel about you.
thinking What could he be writing?
finishes writing the letter and puts it under Virtuosoda's door