Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
"Você vai sobreviver?" (Are you going to survive?)
I looked up to Pedro with slight irritation as I leaned back on the couch of the sunroom. Booger and Bugatti sat on either side of me as the Doberman's ran around outside playing with their toys.
"O que você quer dizer com eu vou sobreviver?" (What do you mean am I going to survive?)
"Quero dizer, você vai sobreviver sem o seu amado Bobby por uma noite," he let out a chuckle as he shook his head. (I mean are you going to survive without your beloved Bobby for one night.)
"Claro que vou sobreviver, são apenas algumas horas," I let out a scoff as I pet Booger's head whilst he snored loudly. He made me miss Bobby greatly already. (Of course I'll survive, it's just a few hours.)
Jose grinned as he looked at Pedro then shrugged, "Nao parece que ele vai sobreviver." (Doesn't look like he is going to survive.)
"Jose," I growled.
