#gus-amado

[laurestcphens]

Her parasol protects her from the last remaining vestiges of sunlight as she strolls through the ground. An odd and dated accessory to be sure, but few ever question that eccentricity. Laure isn't expecting there to be anyone else at this hour. Usually during this transition period, most humans and witches have the foresight to remove themselves from the grounds before it becomes a place for hunts. There's a silent transformation that takes over the trees and dirt, and she enjoys watching it every night.

She focuses her attention towards the unsuspecting man, gracing him with a soft smile even though she hasn't the faintest idea what "fluff" is supposed to mean in this context. "It is beautiful, yes," she agrees. "And you are always welcome to return, though I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to make your way to the exit now as we are shutting down for the evening." A part of her wishes to let him wander and see for himself the monsters the darkness can bring, but that would be reckless. "My name is Laure, I own the property. Is it your first time visiting us?"

( @laurestcphens )

The walking path in this gorgeous garden has Gus slowing down, taking in the surroundings. It's been a trying day - exhausting at the university, and then he faces the empty little apartment he's gotten in town. He'd rather just walk. And so often, that's what he does. Just walks, for ages, with his little chihuahua Chelle tucked into his jacket.

His feet tire before his will does, but eventually he has to settle onto a bench. The ASL professor has definitely never seen this spot before, and he sees someone walking along the path nearby. He has a bright smile on despite how tired he looks, and the scarred up man bounces a leg against the ground as he looks up. "Absolutely beautiful, isn't it? Hell, wish I'd found this place sooner. Just too bad it's a bit far away from home... but that makes it worth it, if you don't see it as often, right? Makes you appreciate it even more. Kinda like a treat. Like a peanut butter and fluff sandwich."

[derio-mendoza]

@mixedinterpretations | Setting: Derio's + Agatha's apartment | Local Time: 16:30

"Mija." Derio dodged his daughter's hand as she tried to reach for the hot coffee he had prepared on the counter. "Eso es caliente. Careful." Patting the girls head, the man checked his phone. A few days ago, he had messaged Gus about a meeting and to his surprise, that hadn't been possible on university grounds - which he would likely find out more about sooner or later. He had offered him to come over instead, brewed up coffee and his wife had left him a fair share of sweets.

"Okay, so, I told you my friend was coming over, right..?" Derio asked as the doorbell rang, "Try and be nice to him, yeah? You don't have to stay with us, you can go to your room, or to Mama's y Papa's room, si? Or the bathroom. I don't mind. And if you need anything or you don't feel comfortable, come to me and we will talk alone."

"Si!", Rosa called out, making grabby hands at him, which resulted in Derio lifting her up from the ground and holding her on his arms before walking over to the door and opening it. "Gus!" The smile on his lips wide, he stepped aside and gestured for the man to come in. "Welcome to my home..! Come in, come in!" Pointing at the five-year-old clinging to his neck, "This is my daughter Rosa. Rosa, saluda, por favor." Shy at first, the girl waved at the stranger, before burying her face in her father's neck.

[shadow-killian]

LOCATION: The New Moonlight classroom STATUS: Closed for @gus-amado

Mordecai always made sure the New Moonlight had a few different classes offered to its patrons. How to interview for jobs, some basic college and high school classes, how to do taxes, job fairs....inviting hunters in to teach about how to defend ones self, having wolves give demonstrations on how to shift safely, and vampires to share resources along with witches teaching simple charm and potion classes. Mordecai was always on the look out for new teachers to have on a regular basis, and when he had a family who had a child who was recently diagnosed as deaf talking about their struggles in learning, Mordecai searched for an ASL teacher. It was how he met Gus. The man was immediately charmed by the other, finding his kindness warm and inventing and his passion contagious. Mordecai would sit in the back of the class and just listen, saddened that he couldnt participate as it would blow the careful cover he had made for himself but still enjoying the energy Gus brought. Once it was wrapping up, Mordecai waited until he didnt hear any more people speaking to Gus before he moved to stand from his seat. "It sounded today was a good turn out, yes?" he hummed with a smile, cane tapping the ground as he mapped his way towards the front of the classroom.

[zedechemist]

— IN A WORLD WHERE...

'Zed never had his high-school chemistry accident.'

...THE ALTERNATIVE SEPTEMBER 12TH, 1994.

— Zed never attended the chemistry class where the accident that nearly cost him his arm occurred. He never took an interest in chemistry, or acids, nor pharmaceuticals. He does not have a disfigured, or burn scar across his forearm and lower hand. — Instead, he was off sick with a common cold. his Uncle Joseph had come over to talk business with his side of the family. Zed had listened in; learning; questioning his potential position in the family — subsequently following in similar footsteps as the rest of the Movska brood. — But he wasn't quite Fox News material. Instead, he pursued editing; easily accessible for an underachiever with the connections his family does.

— THE RIPPLE EFFECT...

— '94-1995; Zed finished his high school diploma, deciding to take a late interest in the media world his family seemed to thrive in. — 1997; By not attending further education; no college; no pharmaceutical degree; no Ph.D. Zed was not in the same scientific circles. He did not attend physics, or chemistry conventions. Therefore, he did not meet Rahi Kumar who would have been his best friend throughout his life, and career. — Late 1997; He and his cousin Lev's difficult and sometimes unhinged relationship became easier; Zed was not an overachieving intellect. He was another Movska in media chasing some sort of prestige. — 1998; Somehow ends up childminding his five year old cousin Diana Movska more frequently as his family's work progresses. He works out empathy among his family — and briefly considers his own future with a family of his own. — 2000; There is a 0.6% increase in the fatality rate within Affina Biotechnologies in a two year period; totalling 60 more deaths due to an inexperienced chemist taking a position. [ a contract Zed would have taken. ] — 2001; Zed attempts to cover the story everyone else is. — 2002; he interviews for WNBC, dabbling in radio before he lands a position in the New York Post, opting towards print media. He gets his own intern. — The rest of 2002; The intern is the worst. Lev and Zed make continuous jokes about his inevitable departure. — 2003-'06; He balances a life between New York and Russia whilst he scarcely misses out on a promotion due to the mysterious disappearance of his intern. He refuses to hire another. — 2008; Zed [And Lev] purchases a chinatown apartment. — 2009; He moves into an executive chair. — 2010; Zed does not meet what would be his colleagues, and residents at consultant hospitals, or Columbia university. There is no Kamilah Marques or Gus Amado in his professional life. — 2011; There is an underground scuffle between druglords that Zed is never present for. Instead of diffusing the majority of it, there is bloodshed. Four people are fatally wounded, and six injured. He never encounters Oz Saffet. Cops are called to a scene. They attempt to find medical attention that before Zed would have assisted with. Three are arrested and charged. One passes. The rest survive and go into hiding. The New York Times beat the Post to the scoop. — 2014; He stays in New York for the entire year. — Early 2015; he briefly dates the NYP's CFO. It ends pretty amicably. — 2015; Zed becomes COO, and is content with the position. — 2017; There is a decrease in toxicity in American Regent's latest quick-fix for migraine treatment by 0.2%, nearly two dozen benefit from the new chemistry. [Zed never altered it for a '17 hire job. ] — 2020-'23; He remains COO of the NYP.

— THE RESULT

— Anyone who knew Zed through scientific, medical or pharmaceutical means very likely will not know him now. His morbidity was more than skin deep, but he did not have such a vicious means of dispatch at his disposal, instead opting for media reckoning and political damning. — He will be more light-hearted — mostly — and far more approachable as a media mogul. There is almost a 0% risk of him threatening to end one via chemical warfare. He is not nearly as intelligent; he is not a professor, or doctor in the AU. — He will now edit your pieces to death if you hand him any documentation. — More familial orientated — if that were possible, considers himself fairly close with them. — May even make a joke, and laugh.

[yuisariordan]

Whilst he's talking she's realizing how sore her ribs are, too, and she's leaning back and seeing just how deep they'll let her breathe before they kick all the air out of her. It manifests as a deep sigh just as he's finishing his own story up and she leans forward in a hunch because, frankly, it just doesn't feel as horrible. "I get that." She says. Her mother's apartment feels like it's haunted, so much so that while she could be crashing their for free, at least for now, she's renting out a leaky shoebox down by the docks. "Why's it shitty? Got a roof don't it?" She's being cheeky. It's all she can really think to ask; she's never been good at the small talk.

Sports. He's a bit tipsy, sure. Not Gus's ex-FBI days still sit in the back of his mind. Detective work, snooping around. Figuring out tells. It's not too difficult to tell she's not telling the whole truth.

Doesn't really matter, though. If someone had asked a few days ago about his black eye, he wouldn't have given up the info of 'well I punched the NYU chemistry Chair for being a dick to me'. Easier to lie about it.

"Got drinks and then I smelled the siren small of hotdogs." Gus explains, with a chuckle. "Just stayin' away from a shitty apartment."

[gracexiong]

closed: @gus-amado where: Downtown, Port Leiry

There were a great many things to do - since the chaos at the music festival, Grace felt unnerved and on edge. The Feng-Lindons so far had no said much of anything. But of course, that meant nothing. She wouldn't be brought into such discussions even if she preferred. Leaving the shop, she gave notice to the workers that she was stepping out for lunch.

Her eyes and stomach were set on a little cafe just a few blocks down and the fresh air would certainly allow her to think clearly.

Of course, she did not expect to run into someone on the way there. She stopped and looked him over, wondering if perhaps he was lost, confused, or simply just gotten himself turned around. If he was a tourist, it could be any number of things. He certainly didn't look familiar enough to be a local.

"Excuse me, are you looking for something in particular?"

[sunshincwitch]

Closed starter for @gus-amado

Location: Summerfest

Music pumped through the air, so loud you could barely hear the person next to you if they were shouting in your ear. It made conversation difficult to say the least, so when she spotted August in the crowd she immediately waved and began pushing her way through the throngs of people to get closer to him. Still a good 15 feet away she began signing, thankful that she didn’t have to scream to have a simple conversation. “Hey Professor” she signed as she continued to fight to get closer. “I didn’t expect to see you at a big music festival like this. Are you enjoying the artists? Or are you here for an interpreting gig?”

[cityofruinrp]

Congratulations Eli and welcome to the City of Ruin! Please look over the checklist and send in your blog(s) as soon as possible!

Gus Amado (Human) played by ELI

[mjvivancoleiva]

MURIÓ

Murió el golpista

Murió el asesino

Murió el torturador

Murió el ladrón

MURIÓ IMPUNE

Y tú,

Tú te llevaste la mitad de mi vida.

La mitad más valiosa.

El Pueblo Unido,

me duele.

Esta noche alzo mi copa por todxs lxs Compañerxs

por todxs lxs caídxs

por cada Compañerx.

Por Ti,

por Mi;

por lxs Tuyxs,

por lxs Míxs,

por Lxs Nuestrxs, amado mío.

Esta noche agraz,

dulce y amarga como el vino en mi copa

1, 2, 3 por Todxs Mis Compañerxs.

En la ausencia de tu abrazo cómplice

me abraza la sombra de un Rey Negro a la luz de la vela,

Fuego crepitante por cada Alma que nos robaron.

Ellos, los malditos,

los poderosos,

los infames.

Que la Justicia

sea Eterna y la Impunidad

no exista ni en el Cielo

ni en la Tierra.

1, 2, 3 por Todxs Nuestrxs Compañerxs.

Mil veces vencidxs

¡Mil veces nos levantaremos!

Porque yo quiero hacer un Congreso de lo Unido,

yo quiero rezar a fondo una Hija Nuestra.

GORA GU TA GUTARRAK

¡Gora Gora!

Beti zurea Compañero.

[saudosos]

Acordar cedo no ultimo dia do ano? Hehe eu não tenho costume de consumir monster, raro me ver com uma lata na mão. Talvez eu não seja tão sábio assim.

Ainda não vi o Monarch por aqui, vou procurar em algum delivery. Preguiça de ir até o mercado agora.

Sim, cedo. Tenho compromisso amanhã cedo. Mas, ainda estou acordada e já passam das 00:00. Eu que lute. Mas, amado com quem forças !? Hahaha…

Estava eu e minha mãe hoje no supermercado, aí estávamos na conversa, porque eu e minha mãe a gente conversa muito, e não sei quem fala mais eu ou ela. E recordamos que eu tomava muito monster na época de faculdade que eu ia todos os dias ao ginásio ( ginásio em Portugal é academia, aqui não se fala academia).

Experimente o Monarch. Indicação minha. E indicação minha já sabes bem como é…

O que fazes agora, Gus?

[swkymi]

Por mais triste que seja o fato de você não estar aqui em mais um aniversário, 28°.. primeiro de novembro continua sendo uma data mágica por simplesmente ser o >seu< dia. Eu sei que você não quer e nunca quis ver nenhum fã seu triste, ainda mais depois de tanto tempo, e mesmo que seja algo inevitável de sentir, resta uma grande parte que é feliz por ver seus sorrisos em tantas recordações, tantos retratos, em tantas lembranças, e principalmente por tantas artes feitas por sua incrível e única voz. Você é único, seu talento, seu brilho tudo em você é único, e isso é o que te torna tão admirável e inspirador. Você sempre foi brilhante e uma pessoa apreciadora, não é á toa que tem tantas pessoas te amando todos os dias. E eu espero, muito, muito mesmo, que você tenha ido sabendo de tudo isso; que você é amado, que você é a motivação de muitas pessoas a continuarem aqui, por mais insuportáveis que sejam a dor.

Eu acredito que todo ser humano quer se sentir compreendido, quer que entendam sua dor e sua cicatriz, e você, você faz com que grande parte das pessoas se sintam exatamente assim. Você salva elas, e você me salvou. Você esteve comigo todos os dias em que eu desejei morrer, todos os dias em que eu passei por uma situação difícil e a única coisa que eu queria era ser ouvida, conseguir achar palavras pra descrever o que tava sentindo, e você foi a pessoa que fez isso. Mesmo não estando mais aqui há exatos 7 anos, você ainda traz toda sua cor pro mundo morto de milhares de pessoas. Uma luz para muitas pessoas e uma luz para minha escuridão, sempre que estou sozinha.

Você nunca será não amado por mim, acredito que você esteja desenhado em minha alma. Tenho certeza de que muitas pessoas não entendem isso como o que eu estou querendo dizer, talvez pra umas seja até brega do tipo "quem escreveria um texto desse tamanho se ele nem vai ler?", mas eu sei que de algum lugar, >você< sente e entende o que eu to querendo dizer, Gus. Penso que você era uma alma incompreendida, gentil e adorável que as pessoas julgaram muito rapidamente, mesmo sem saber de nada. E eu sei que nunca te vi pessoalmente, e sei também que nunca te conheci tão profundamente, nunca tive a sorte de ter te dado um abraço apertado. Mas eu vejo a pessoa que você era por meio de vídeos, fotos, como as pessoas o descreveram, suas letras, músicas, tweets, a maneira como você deu e mostrou amor e muito mais. E eu gostaria de ter conhecido você para poder ter lhe contado tudo isso olhando nos seus olhos. Você é um poema que eu nunca poderei encontrar palavras honrosas para compor, porque acredito que nada conseguirá representar a mesma perfeição que você em si só.

Eu te amo para sempre e te amo por todo aquele conforto que me proporcionou, embora eu nunca possa devolvê-los a você. Eu sinto sua falta.

Dói escrever isso todos os anos, mas o que me reconforta é imaginar que você está em um lugar muito melhor e agradável como sempre mereceu estar, ao invés de um mundo cruel e injusto em que viveu.

Desejo que hoje seja um dia belíssimo e luminoso para sua família e as verdadeiras pessoas que se importavam com você, assim como um dia de descanso e paz pra ti, pequeno peep.

Feliz aniversário. 🩷🐥

[val--dupont]

( DIEGO LUNA / cis man / he/him ) — AUGUSTUS "GUS" AMADO has been living in Port Leiry for 1 YEAR. They currently work as an ASL INTERPRETER & PROFESSOR, and are 44 years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a HUMAN or if they’re connected to TIDEVIEW UNIVERSITY. They tend to be quite FLIGHTY and NAIVE, but can also be KIND and UNDERSTANDING.

Full biography under the read more. Please be aware of all trigger warnings before proceeding!

—biography

TW // Death, Kidnapping/Hostage Situations, Guns

Gus grew up an absolute momma’s boy. He followed his mother around the house, he cooked with her in the kitchen, and he was spoiled rotten. Maybe his parents weren’t rich, but they worked hard in a small deli and sandwich shop in the Bronx. Gus would carry out orders for customers from as young as 8 years old and helped slice meat and vegetables as he got older. He always loved reading mystery novels and he’d translate them to his mother in Spanish. It was from a young age he knew he wanted to solve problems. He just wasn’t sure what that meant.

Studying Criminal Justice just seemed like the right thing to do. Gus had a naive view of the world when he got into college, and it continued as he learned about the criminal justice system. His college experience at John Jay was relatively uneventful - an occasional party, an occasional boyfriend or girlfriend, and traveling home on weekends to help at his parents’ deli. Deciding to take on extra courses on forensic sciences, Gus worked very hard and dedicated any of his spare time to his studies - though his parents found this frustrating. It formed a bit of a rift between him and his father for a while - Gus was desperate to show his worth, meanwhile it felt like his parents just missed having an extra body in the shop.

When Gus finally clinched a job as a special agent, he couldn’t believe it. He was unassuming and a little bit green - and that made him perfect for the work they wanted him to do. He was given a partner pretty early on - Graham, a Deaf man who was another ‘unassuming’ agent. The naive optimism that Gus had for his new job shattered as he saw how little many of his supervisors cared about the hurdles Graham had to go through to do the job- no courses to even teach others ASL to make sure Graham could communicate with them clearly. However, Gus learned ASL for him, and they worked perfectly together. It was an odd job- something he’d never thought he would do. Like he was in some CSI show. And he loved the high stakes, the adrenaline. He and Graham were perfectly in sync as FBI agents. And they did it for years. They formed a partnership that went beyond work- Gus could’ve done it forever. Soon enough they were dating, living in the same apartment, with Graham’s weird little chihuahua Chelle there waiting when they got home.

Until a case went wrong. He’s still unsure if the information they were given was wrong or just ill-advised, but a drugs bust had far more criminals waiting than expected. The two agents were apprehended and held at gunpoint for over 48 hours. At the end of 2 days of hell, Graham was shot in front of Gus. He doesn’t talk about it much any more- it’s too much for him to handle. He’s pushed a lot of it out of his mind- except when it comes roaring back from certain triggering noises, repressed memories. All Gus normally says is that he was in a very high-stakes job. And one of those stakes ended up being his partner. His partner, romantically and otherwise, of almost 6 years.

Gus spent a lot of time healing. He went to physical therapy to heal from various injuries. He had head trauma, scars. He still has PTSD. He went to a therapist. Very early on after Graham died, Gus found that their apartment was too much for him to bear. He moved himself and Chelle out and drove off to Port Leiry - smaller, different. But at least it didn’t remind him of Graham.

Eventually he went back to school. Night classes to brush up on his ASL, and other courses to learn about teaching and instructing. Soon he got his current position - teaching ASL at the college in Port Leiry. Meanwhile, he continues doing freelance ASL interpreting services for whoever comes calling. He doesn’t ask questions - is just happy for the money and experience.

[mundonuest]

23.02.2024 | Faz-tudo, Hwang Minhyun vai lançar um single digital em março, mostrando seu amor aos fãs

O ator e cantor Hwang Minhyun lançará uma nova música. De acordo com apuração do Newsen, o single digital de Minhyun será lançado em março. Espera-se que a nova música seja revelada pela primeira vez no fanmeeting "The Peach Garden", que acontece entre os dias 8 e 10 de março no COEX Shinhan Card Artium, em Gangnam-gu, na cidade de Seul. A nova música é conhecida por conter uma mensagem de Hwang Minhyun aos fãs, ou seja, espera-se que seja um grande presente para seus Hwangdos. Minhyun, que debutou em 2012, foi amado pelos fãs de k-pop ao redor do mundo como membro dos grupos NU'EST e Wanna One. Depois de encerrar sua carreira em grupo com sucesso, tornou-se solista e teve uma boa resposta com "Truth or Lie", seu primeiro mini-álbum, lançado em fevereiro do ano passado. Também em 2023, começando em Seul, teve seu primeiro show solo "2023 HWANG MINHYUN MINI CONCERT 'UNVEIL". Além da capital sul-coreana, o show passou por outras sete cidades da Ásia, incluindo Taipei e Tóquio.

Já que ele tem mostrado um grande espectro musical por meio de gêneros com suas fortes habilidades vocais e sensibilidades delicadas, incluindo participação em vários OSTs, as expectativas estão grandes para sua nova música. Enquanto isso, Hwang Minhyun também se estabilizou como ator, aparecendo em diversos musicais e dramas, como 'Alchemy of Souls' e 'My Lovely Liar'. Seu próximo trabalho como ator será no drama 'Study Group'. Fonte TRADUZIDO POR MINHYUN BRASIL/MUNDO NU'EST! NÃO RETIRE OS CRÉDITOS DE TRADUÇÃO!

[audrasmythe]

Fairly often, Audra comes across people who say they don't like small talk. They might they're above it, or too interesting to engage in it, but it's precisely the kind of conversation she likes with strangers. A chance to rehearse. "Isn't it just? I think I've spoken to more people tonight than I have the whole year." She lowers her voice, adds in a teasing tone, "I don't get out much." It's not a joke, but he doesn't have to know that. "I think a new year will be- lovely." At his introduction, she holds out her hand to shake, "Audra. Nice to meet you, Gus."

"It's been alright!" Gus replies, leaning into his chair and crossing a leg. "A lot of familiar faces and bumping into people, honestly. Trying not to make a mess. Kind of close quarters, huh?" He smiles and looks at the window nearby. A beautiful skyline, the lit windows of partying apartments and thousands of glimmers all over as it gets darker. "I am... yeah. Excited for a new year." He glances back to her. "What about you? Is everything going well? Oh! I'm Gus, by the way." He says quickly, realizing he hasn't even introduced himself.

[zedechemist]

"i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight," for Gus

Not the last person, but not exactly the first, either. "What are you doing here?" It's to the point, because Zed is often pointed; a sharp, vicious thing that isn't usually the mask he puts forward. Gus has caught him with a different one fixed in place. This one, is cold, but it's phantomic, in its half-half placement. There's no opera, here. But there is a performance. "You cannot be here," Turning up, like this — whilst he's consulting with a patient, in his borrowed office. "Excuse me," it's said to the shaken figure in the opposing seat. Gus' intrusion is jarring — the interpreter had better have a decent explanation for this. Still, to the patient: "I won't be a moment." Then, he's standing and bitterly crossing the office at an alarming pace, wavering Gus back out the door. "Amado, I am about to comatose you. What is it?"

[web-series]

Ai, que delícia o verão

Aracy é surpreendida por Patrick, que chega em casa afobado.

[Aracy]- que cê tá fazendo aqui a essa hora? Não tinha que estar trabalhando?

[Patrick]- tinha, mas vim te dar uma notícia boa.

[Aracy]- qual?

[Patrick]- a minha indicação deu certo, você passou na entrevista pra recepção do condomínio!

[Aracy]- ah...sério?

[Patrick]- sim, acabei de ficar sabendo em primeira mão e vim correndo te contar!

[Aracy]- nossa...que legal, né.

[Patrick]- que foi? Não tá feliz? Cê tava procurando trabalho há meses.

[Aracy]- sim. Tô feliz sim, óbvio. Obrigada por ter me ajudado.

Patrick dá um abraço e um beijo demorado no rosto de Aracy, que claramente se incomoda.

[Patrick]- bora comemorar mais tarde?

[Aracy]- pode ser. Tem alguma sugestão?

[Patrick]- não, você é que tem que escolher, ué.

[Aracy]- tá. Vou pensar e mando no nosso grupo.

Ainda pensando na transa com Otávio, Arthur vai pra praia refletir.

[Dani]- ei, Arthur! O ricaço deixou você sair sozinho, que milagre.

[Arthur]- oi, Dani. Deixou porque eu vim sozinho, né. Ontem ele só faltou me pôr pra fora de casa por eu ter saído com a Sasha.

[Dani]- ai, que mal amado, vocês não fizeram nada de mais.

[Arthur]- é, gata. É o preço que se paga por querer ficar com um sugar daddy.

[Uiara]- e aí, gatinhas, o sol já está brilhando como nunca e a catuçaí tá no ponto. Bora? Pra começar bem o dia?

[Xai]- e começar o dia com promo, hein, o que é ainda melhor.

[Dani ri]- gente, se eu tomar isso agora, vou ficar morta até o próximo mês.

[Arthur]- eu até compraria, meninas, mas não quero mais problemas com o bofe.

[Xai]- problemas? Quê que tá pegando, bicha?

[Arthur]- ai, eu...posso desabafar com vocês?

[Uiara]- claro que sim.

[Arthur]- é algo meio íntimo, mas sinto que se eu não contar, vou adoecer.

[Dani]- põe pra fora, amigo. Estamos aqui pra te ouvir.

Na doceria, Gustavo e Bira conversam.

[Gustavo]- você torce pra algum time, Bira?

[Bira ri]- que pergunta é essa?

[Gustavo ri]- que foi? Perguntei numa boa.

[Bira]- eu não entendo de futebol, Gu. Tipo, nada, mal, mal o gol.

[Gustavo]- nossa, péssima maneira de tentar uma amizade, né. Vamo começar de novo então. Do que você gosta, Bira?

[Bira]- ah, eu sou bem caseiro, apesar de não parecer. Já trabalhei na noite como drag queen, como dançarino...enfim. Acho que são coisas que você não vai querer saber.

[Gustavo]- por que não iria querer? Claro que quero. Por que você não trabalha mais com arte? Parece ser bem mais divertido do que atender uma doceria.

[Bira]- bom, já que insiste, vou te contar minha história.