if that's why Brazil sucks so much at football...

Martín can go suck his own dick instead of standing there looking like a fool.

would! Because that would be AWESOME, but, unfortunatelly, is unable of performing such activity, and will stand there, watching.

points out he could do it with less ribs, and he'd gladly open the /south american/ open. Because he's not European, nope. And pretty lame.

gladly rip*

not in the mood for a surgery now. But will think about it. And he *is* almost European, he's just... living on the wrong side of the Globe.

laughs. "You're pathetic." he grins. "Good luck crossing the ocean, kid, maybe you become European in a good million centuries!"

smirks. "Gracias! Good luck trying to kick that ball..."

grins and kicks the ball on his face. "Oh, my sorry, I guess I'm not.. skilled enough." he hums, sarcastically.

dodges on time and raises both eyebrows. "Oh, but we all know that, don't we?"

smiles. "Oh, we do..." he hums, and next thing happens is his fist breaking the other's nose. Crack.

the blood on his face and almost cries in pain, but glares and manages to hold him in place and punch him right back.

blocks the punch, twisting his fist and pulling him down, kneeing him after.

"Okay, okay! You win!" cries out.

simply smiles at him, taking distance. "Ah, now we can keep a decent conversation maybe?" hums, but keeps an eye out for any other attacks.

too busy wiping the blood.

chuckles, watching him.

pouts.

smiles. "Anything else to add? Perhaps another witty comment, if you dare?"

"You suck." frowns and looks up at him.

shrugs. "You cry like a girl..."

"Shut up! I don't! I'm not even crying..." wipes the tears faster and stands up.

smiles. "There... well, you're from Antonio, not your fault you're lame.." he hums. "Toinho isn't all this great..."

narrows his eyes. "Well, I can see a pattern here, then... I mean, my neighbor is from you..." shrugs.

"I know my son much better than you do..." he adds calmly. "He's a great guy. With some flaws, but nothing as you."

"He's... " frowns and looks away. "Special."

raises one eyebrow. "Yeah...?"

nods. "Nobody's able to talk so much..."

waves a finger at him. "You be careful what you do with my son...asshole." he frowns, walking away to roll the ball around.

'waddles' in "Oi~~ 8D"

waves happily at him. "Filho!" (son)