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Today was going to be a good day. This was decreed by Guadalajara as he got out of bed this morning. His husband was still sleeping peacefully in the bed when Arturo slipped out to start breakfast. Churiso, tortillas, and eggs… breakfast burritos, there was nothing better.

He walked along to the kitchen, still mostly asleep. He wasn't looking down or he would have spotted the thick cord strung across the hallway at about calf level. He did notice it however, when he tried to take a step, and the cable sent him down to kiss the carpeting. He tried to recover, but the cord decided to snare his legs once again, and send him back for a second date.

Arturo finally recovered, freeing his legs from the grey coils of evil. He gave a sharp tug to said cord, determined to find out just what had made him trip, when a large vacuum cleaner came flying at him and sent him to the floor for round three. The Hoover was quickly picked off of him by the person Arturo least wanted to see at that very moment. Meir Blumenthal stared fuzzily down at him, Vacuum in one hand, bottle of beer in the other.

"Why're you pulling my vacuum… 'M cleaning." He slurred, frown on his face as he stared just to the left of Guad.

"Actually, it looks to me like you're drinking…" Arturo peered at his watch "At 8:17 in the morning."

Meir just laughed "I've been drinking since 6! My best cleaning's done when 'M drunk. Everythin looks fantastic!" He seemed to get serious "Now why are you ripping out my Vacuum cord you stupid City."

Arturo could feel a headache. He and Israel had a mutual dislike of one another, and all he wanted was his food. But normally Meir wanted to make Arturo as miserable as he possibly could. When he was drunk, that went double.

"Listen, I just want to make some food for Tobi." Arturo went with the only thing they had in common. Tobias. Meir usually let him off the hook when it concerned the Austrian.

"FFFT You're going to poison him with your shitty food and diseased water!" Meir growled at him. Arturo glared. No one insulted him on taking care of his husband. No one.

"Well at least I didn't push him off of the roof like you did you miserable drunken rat!"

……………………………….......

Arturo decreed he should have thought that out better as Meir dropped the Vacuum and charged at him, screaming in Hebrew. Guad ducked a poorly aimed punch to his face and responded with a soccer-intense kick to the Man's already injured ribs. The Israeli man dodged surprisingly well for being completely sloshed, grabbing onto Guad's leg and flipping him. Guad hit the floor with a groan, eyes closed in pain. Meir laughed above him, saying things that Guad couldn't comprehend.

The Gray cord that caused this whole mess was still lying innocently on the ground, twined between Meir's feet. Quick as a flash, Guad reached a hand out for it. He tugged and the cable slid taut, trapping Israel's feet. Before Meir could even process what that meant, Arturo pulled again, sending Israel staggering forward. He kept stumbling down the hallway, trying to regain his balance until he ran into a wall with a sickening thud, knocking him out cold.

Arturo stood slowly, taking in the scene. He moved over to Meir and rifled through his pockets, coming up with about a hundred dollars. He pocketed it, continuing onto the kitchen. Today was going to be a good day…

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Today was going to be a good day. This was decreed by Guadalajara as he got out of bed this morning. His husband was still sleeping peacefully in the bed when Arturo slipped out to start breakfast. Churiso, tortillas, and eggs… breakfast burritos, there was nothing better.

He walked along to the kitchen, still mostly asleep. He wasn't looking down or he would have spotted the thick cord strung across the hallway at about calf level. He did notice it however, when he tried to take a step, and the cable sent him down to kiss the carpeting. He tried to recover, but the cord decided to snare his legs once again, and send him back for a second date.

Arturo finally recovered, freeing his legs from the grey coils of evil. He gave a sharp tug to said cord, determined to find out just what had made him trip, when a large vacuum cleaner came flying at him and sent him to the floor for round three. The Hoover was quickly picked off of him by the person Arturo least wanted to see at that very moment. Meir Blumenthal stared fuzzily down at him, Vacuum in one hand, bottle of beer in the other.

"Why're you pulling my vacuum… 'M cleaning." He slurred, frown on his face as he stared just to the left of Guad.

"Actually, it looks to me like you're drinking…" Arturo peered at his watch "At 8:17 in the morning."

Meir just laughed "I've been drinking since 6! My best cleaning's done when 'M drunk. Everythin looks fantastic!" He seemed to get serious "Now why are you ripping out my Vacuum cord you stupid City."

Arturo could feel a headache. He and Israel had a mutual dislike of one another, and all he wanted was his food. But normally Meir wanted to make Arturo as miserable as he possibly could. When he was drunk, that went double.

"Listen, I just want to make some food for Tobi." Arturo went with the only thing they had in common. Tobias. Meir usually let him off the hook when it concerned the Austrian.

"FFFT You're going to poison him with your shitty food and diseased water!" Meir growled at him. Arturo glared. No one insulted him on taking care of his husband. No one.

"Well at least I didn't push him off of the roof like you did you miserable drunken rat!"

……………………………….......

Arturo decreed he should have thought that out better as Meir dropped the Vacuum and charged at him, screaming in Hebrew. Guad ducked a poorly aimed punch to his face and responded with a soccer-intense kick to the Man's already injured ribs. The Israeli man dodged surprisingly well for being completely sloshed, grabbing onto Guad's leg and flipping him. Guad hit the floor with a groan, eyes closed in pain. Meir laughed above him, saying things that Guad couldn't comprehend.

The Gray cord that caused this whole mess was still lying innocently on the ground, twined between Meir's feet. Quick as a flash, Guad reached a hand out for it. He tugged and the cable slid taut, trapping Israel's feet. Before Meir could even process what that meant, Arturo pulled again, sending Israel staggering forward. He kept stumbling down the hallway, trying to regain his balance until he ran into a wall with a sickening thud, knocking him out cold.

Arturo stood slowly, taking in the scene. He moved over to Meir and rifled through his pockets, coming up with about a hundred dollars. He pocketed it, continuing onto the kitchen. Today was going to be a good day…