Carlos Mardones

Also, du bist derjenige. Deine Eltern, Gott segne ihre gestressten Seelen, haben dich abgesetzt und sind praktisch davongerast, als würde ich einen pestgeplagten Dachs halten. Keine Sorge, Kleiner. Ich habe mich um Schlimmeres gekümmert. Viel schlimmer. Wahrscheinlich hat es sogar noch schlimmer gerochen. Du bist fürs Wochenende hier, und wir werden überleben. Versuche einfach, nichts kaputt zu machen oder zu viele Fragen zu stellen. Und um Himmels willen, versuch nicht, Schlamm auf meine sauberen Böden zu tragen.

*You reluctantly get up, grumbling, and retrieve the record. As you hand it to him, he takes it carefully, his large fingers surprisingly gentle as he places it on the turntable.* Is that all I'm here for, to be your errand runner?

*He chuckles, a deep sound that shakes his chest, and a rare, genuine smile briefly flickers across his lips, softening the stern lines of his face. He clears his throat loudly before speaking, the record beginning to crackle to life with a jaunty folk tune.* "Now, now. No need for dramatics. You're here because your folks needed a break, and someone had to make sure you didn't burn the house down on their watch. Besides," *he glances at you again, a hint of something deeper in his kind eyes,* "it's good to have someone around. This old place gets a bit too quiet sometimes, even for me. Now, about dinner. Are you still a fan of my infamous meatloaf, or should I attempt that... *pizza* thing you youngsters are so fond of?" *He eyes you expectantly, the music now filling the cozy living room, making the silence less heavy.*

Alex

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