red as a tomato and scrambles up on his couch, covering his legs. "Caralho-- Eliza?!" He gawks, and shit, what a headache.

covers his mouth before he spurs more curses. "You... Interesting that you care but-- Ah, do you mind?" He waves a hand so she'll look the other way. His pants were nearby anyway.

huffs and stands up, turning his back on her as he tugs the tutu down, huffing at the noise and-- WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS UNDERWEAR? He curses again, in Portuguese, and just puts his pants on without it.

sighs. "It's ah... Today's my birthday. Well, I guess by now tomorrow was." He groans, rubbing his forehead. "I'm sorry for all the cursing, m'lady, you caught me at a bad time."

nods. "Yes, you may." He hums once he's all dressed, or as good as a hungover man can get with clothes from the floor. "And thank you, anyway." Mostly for not staring.

nods. "Sim-- ah, yes, I'd love it.." He hums, walking towards the kitchen, not sure how well the Hungarian knew the place. "The kettle is there, on the cupboard, and the water you can get from the tap."

scratches his head. "I... remember a small, busty rapariga, I remember badmouthing people I shouldn't have and from the moment I suggested opening Shaliza's puncheon, everything is a blur." Except a little_

headache and soreness he'll be dead before admitting. Céus...

(rapariga= girl)

doesn't have marks of fights, except a few hickeys and bites. Nothing aside from his good old scar. "I don't feel the pain, I suppose.. Alas, said person wasn't present."

sighs, blushing and-- he looks away. "Ah. Possibly a part of the night I remember." The tutu remains a mystery, though. "A shame you're seeing it, though..."

crosses his arms. "I'd be offended if you were... Mostly surprised. But still, I guess Catholic upbringing does it." He waves a hand, chuckling. "They'll fade soon. Besides, a good night, as far as I recall."

laughs. "Next year I'll warn you beforehand... Do you handle your drinks well, Elizaveta?" Perhaps she'd be the one in the tutu this time.

nods. "Hmm... He left beer here, if you want some, for my birthday. There's only a couple left, though." Ahh, he's starting to remember last night.

waves a hand. "Please, let me get through this one headache before another night like the past one, yes?" He smiles weakly, obliviously, as he sips his tea.

blinks. "Ah, great point. Although I do think the tutu and no underwear gets awfully close..."

shrugs,. "See? There's always a man in a wost situation."

trying not to laugh as he sips his tea. "What do you plan to do with ym pictures?"

been trying his best to keep on her good side for the past couple centuries, he doubts anything will change. "Obrigado... Sounds perfect for me."

as long as she covers his face, if she does that. "Ah, not a problem." Why it was 'nice', no idea. Women...

laughs at that. "Would you now?" He's sure they exist, but then again, he wants nothing with other people's pictures.

it makes sense. "Right. Well, is there anything you wish?"

waves a hand. "Oh? No, I just meant as if you wanted something specific!" Most people came looking for food, and he hated being a bad guest. "Bored? Well, if you give me time to shower we can go for a walk."

hums. "It's nice not serving food for a change.." He taps the table once before stamding up, making his way into the house to enjoy a shower. "Make yourself at home!"

takes a long shower to ease his sore muscles, dressing himself up after it.

comes downstairs with a nice shirt and linen pants, smiling. "Shall we go?"

grabs the keys, locking up his rooster then their house once they leave. "That way is the shore..." He points to the right, a small trail of grass and rocks on the distance after the street ends. "And the_

other is the city."

lets her, guiding the Hungarian towards the town. "The city, of course."

chuckles. "You'll like it... All Portuguese cities have a charm of their own, especially if you like here, in the south, the painted tiles, or up in the north, the rivers."

nods. "Yes, they're more common in Lisboa, but here in the south you ser them everywhere.. Moorish heirloom." He adds simply as they walk down the street, still in the residental part of town.

smiles. "It's calm. Fee neighbours, and there a beach nearby.. Not that great for bathing but enough to have fun." He explains. "You see, no need for tall fences and dozen alarms..."

huffs. "As Fernando Pessoa would say, the endless ses is Portuguese.." He translates one of his best dead poets, grinning. "Ah, there's a couple of humans. This man here is a carver, down the road an old lady_

who bakes sweets and in that yellow house, a boy and a girl who love hearing my made up stories of a brave man who sailed to India and back." He points as he explains, winking because the stories were his.

laughs. "After raising single-handedly seven little devils you learn a thing or two..."

smiles. "True... But then they're grown up and that little girl you sewed dresses for shoots as good as you and is starting a revolution." He looks up, thinking of the past.

nods. "None from my family are." He smiles down at her as the walk near some stores and commerce, houses with tiled walls and pavement streets. "Here we are."

chuckles. "I have, some houses here.. That blue one by the end of the street, see? And that yellow one, but those are fading." He hums. "Have you ever painted on porcelian? it's great."

it could work. "Sure... We can set something up, although my skills are rusty, I must add. Haven't done in a good few years or more."

let go of her to let her admire the handiwork with time and ease. Even though some pieces are lacking, the house stands beautifully.

here are some examples!))

lets her once again, nodding. "Most were, yes... Time consuming and awful, but I found it nice to do, and not thing I wasn't independent as I wanted back then. After, it became habit and now, it can be made_

by industry, all you have to do is draw a sample!" He laughs, thinking of those damn moderns times he couldn't catch up with.

nods. "Ah, the older, the more tourists... Like Batalha, a city nearby, and its church... The carvings in stone are still unfinished." He muses, walking down the street. "I had many more things before 1775..."

nods. "You could say it so... Back when me and Spain were more at war." He waves a hand. "You just tell me when you have the time, I'll take the car and guide you."

huffs. "The idiot is nowhere to be seen, so figures he is alright... Possibly working odd hours if anything." He rolls his eyes, huffing. He missed Toninho.

nods. "Makes sense... If not, I'll simply drag him out." He says, frowning a bit.

chuckles. "A bucket of cold water works just the same with that one, miss..." He laughs at her motion, the girl had always prided herself in being a tomboy.

makes a face. "Sometimes? He's always sleeping..." Sure, he takes his siestas too, but his baby brother and his fat ass is a whole new level.