SO IS THIS HIS UNBIRTHDAY?

[mas_valor]

WHO: Valen and Martin a shoplifter.
WHAT: Mate is SERIOUS. BUSINESS.
WHEN: Saturday, July 9th. Happy Birthday, motherfu-
WHERE Trader Bro's, Aisle 9.

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ESTA. ES. ARGENTINA.

[no_llores]

"Ju are escuse," retorted Martín, fingers locking into a death grip on his side of the package. All he wanted to do was grab some yerba mate and drag his totally not twenty-three year old hide back into bed, never to be seen again. He gritted his teeth and looked askance at the little boy... girl... Valen. This whole time and she'd been right under his nose! And now she was trying to steal his mate!

He gave it a fierce tug toward himself. "Dejalo, Valentina!"

ERES LOCO, BOLUDO.

[mas_valor]

The mention of her full given name nearly made her lose her grip on the mate. Her eyes went wide in surprise, fingers curling into the plastic tightly with a loud crinkle, and she stared into black sunglasses suspiciously, frantically trying to put her finger on the familiar voice.

"¿Cómo concha sabes mi nombre?" she hissed, jerking the package back once more.

[no_llores]

"¡Porque soy tu primo!" He tore his sunglasses off, letting them clatter to the ground, and fixed her with an incensed look. And with that cleared up, planted his free hand against the side of her face and shoved with all his might. How was that for a reunion? "This mate is my! I see it first."

ZAS! EN TODA LA BOCA!

[mas_valor]

"EHHHhhhhHHHhhh!?" Valen shrieked and slapped his hand away, too enraged to bother feeling shocked about the abrupt and unexpected reveal. All she knew now was that here was a familiar face- the kind that gave her the sudden urge to punch something.

"I touch it first!" She gave into that urge relatively quickly, completely disregarding the fact that they were in the middle of a store.