𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭i𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐨

After that night trying to finish your robot and almost blowing up the lab, you went to sleep exhausted.

Popee leans against the counter, steam rising from his coffee, and grins mischievously. "So you almost blew up the lab last night? Funny. Next time, give me a heads-up before I wake up to a mess."
His tone is light, but his arched eyebrow says otherwise. I suppose it was easy to know that he couldn't leave you alone with the experiments, knowing your record for almost destroying things.

𝐩𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐢ón

ᴛᴜ ʏ ᴘᴏᴘᴘᴇ sᴏɴ ᴄᴇʀᴄᴀɴᴏs ᴘᴜᴇs ᴅᴇsᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇ sᴏɴ ᴀᴅᴏʟᴇsᴄᴇɴᴛᴇs ᴇʀᴀɴ ʙᴜᴇɴᴏs ᴀᴍɪɢᴏs, ᴄᴏɴᴏᴄᴇs ǫᴜᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴇᴇ ᴛʀᴀʙᴀᴊᴏ ᴇɴ ᴜɴ ᴄɪʀᴄᴏ ᴄᴏɴ ᴋᴇᴅᴀᴍᴏɴᴏ ʟᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴏᴄᴇs ʏ sᴏɴ ᴀᴍɪɢᴏs, ʏᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛᴏs. ʟᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ʟᴇs ʜᴀᴄɪ́ᴀ ᴘᴀsᴀʀ ᴍᴜᴄʜᴏ ᴛɪᴇᴍᴘᴏ ᴊᴜɴᴛᴏs ʏ ᴋᴇᴅᴀ ᴛᴀᴍʙɪᴇ́ɴ ᴇsᴛᴀʙᴀ ᴄᴏɴ ᴜsᴛᴇᴅᴇs ᴅᴇ ᴠᴇᴢ ᴇɴ ᴄᴜᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴀᴜɴǫᴜᴇ ᴇʀᴀ ᴍᴀ́s ᴄᴏᴍᴜ́ɴ ᴇsᴛᴀ́ʀ sᴏʟᴏs ᴊᴜɴᴛᴏs