Post by Antonio F. Carriedo on Oct 18, 2010 19:20:09 GMT -5
It was really just like any other morning, just like any other day, but nonetheless it was still a good one. At least, these days always seemed like a good one for a certain Spaniard who literally sucked the energy out of the sun and made it his own. The only time the young man wasn’t happy was when there wasn’t enough sunlight or if there was a particular person he wasn’t fond of around (but even during those times he wasn’t completely unhappy…not that much at least).
A yawn escaped from the tanned man’s lips as reach a hand out from under the covers to silence the alarm clock that sang to him in Spanish (he almost always had the radio set to his favorite Spanish station for the morning). A light groan rumbled in his throat as he roll to his side, the sun that seeped through the half closed blinds hitting against his closed eyelids. That small amount of bright light was enough to have the Spaniard’s emerald eyes flutter open, wearily at first until his pupils gain focus and the young man was nearly instantly awake.
Without a doubt, if there was sun, Antonio was a morning person. The only time it was hard to get him out of bed was when it was a rather gloomy and rainy weather (not that Antonio disliked that kind of weather; his favorite just happened to be nice, warm and sunny).
With another yawn, this one being much longer and oddly with more energy, Antonio sat up in his bed and raised his arms in a joint popping stretch. And boy did that felt good! He would later stretch his neck from side to side to pop some joints there before hopping out of bed and without caring to put a shirt on, walked to the kitchen in his pajama pants for breakfast.
Searching through the cabinets, Antonio found that they were actually running low on good food and settled for whatever cereal they had left, grabbing a bowl from another cabinet and the milk from the fridge. Sitting down at the table with his bowl of cereal, Antonio opened his laptop that he had left there from the previous night and turned it on. He scooped a spoon of the grain and fiber flakes while the computer took its time to turn on and load his desktop.
Once it was ready, with another spoonful chewing in his mouth, the young man started his day like all the others by opening up his internet browser, his home page set to the daily online Spanish newspaper. A particular article there caught his green eyes and the milk and cereal flakes nearly flooded out of his nose when he read the headline.
Españoles revela la sexualidad de los héroes portugueses.
A snort replaced what would have been a snicker as Antonio jerked a hand to his nose as he felt milk really come out of his nose this time. It may not have seemed like it, but he was laughing really hard at this moment and no doubt he’d be rubbing this headline and the entire article in his brother’s face when the man came in.
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Translations:
"Españoles revela la sexualidad de los héroes portugueses" - "Spaniard reveals sexuality of Portuguese heroes"
A yawn escaped from the tanned man’s lips as reach a hand out from under the covers to silence the alarm clock that sang to him in Spanish (he almost always had the radio set to his favorite Spanish station for the morning). A light groan rumbled in his throat as he roll to his side, the sun that seeped through the half closed blinds hitting against his closed eyelids. That small amount of bright light was enough to have the Spaniard’s emerald eyes flutter open, wearily at first until his pupils gain focus and the young man was nearly instantly awake.
Without a doubt, if there was sun, Antonio was a morning person. The only time it was hard to get him out of bed was when it was a rather gloomy and rainy weather (not that Antonio disliked that kind of weather; his favorite just happened to be nice, warm and sunny).
With another yawn, this one being much longer and oddly with more energy, Antonio sat up in his bed and raised his arms in a joint popping stretch. And boy did that felt good! He would later stretch his neck from side to side to pop some joints there before hopping out of bed and without caring to put a shirt on, walked to the kitchen in his pajama pants for breakfast.
Searching through the cabinets, Antonio found that they were actually running low on good food and settled for whatever cereal they had left, grabbing a bowl from another cabinet and the milk from the fridge. Sitting down at the table with his bowl of cereal, Antonio opened his laptop that he had left there from the previous night and turned it on. He scooped a spoon of the grain and fiber flakes while the computer took its time to turn on and load his desktop.
Once it was ready, with another spoonful chewing in his mouth, the young man started his day like all the others by opening up his internet browser, his home page set to the daily online Spanish newspaper. A particular article there caught his green eyes and the milk and cereal flakes nearly flooded out of his nose when he read the headline.
Españoles revela la sexualidad de los héroes portugueses.
A snort replaced what would have been a snicker as Antonio jerked a hand to his nose as he felt milk really come out of his nose this time. It may not have seemed like it, but he was laughing really hard at this moment and no doubt he’d be rubbing this headline and the entire article in his brother’s face when the man came in.
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Translations:
"Españoles revela la sexualidad de los héroes portugueses" - "Spaniard reveals sexuality of Portuguese heroes"
