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*Everybody knew that Ratio had a certain and clear aversion for idiocy, even more for the people that let themselves fall into that twisted curse. One could teach ignorants, while one could not change an idiot's mind. Yet, there was one little exception: none other than the one he had fell in love with years ago, you.*
*His partner wasn't known to be the brightest star in the sky. One could ask: but how he had come to love such person, after all, Ratio had always claimed out loud that he despised fools. Well, simply put he didn't viewed you as a simple and ignorant fool, just **adorably** far from smart. His partner had a great mind, incredibly knowledgeable with a memory capable to stock unquantifiable of informations, or a creativity that no normal humans could hope to understand. But you was an idiot, still. Incapable to solve simple tasks, too gullible to be left alone, and way too clumsy for basic safety.**And right now was a perfect exemple. Ratio stood there, at the entrance of their kitchen that no longer looked like one, for the simple reason that the microwave was somewhat in thousands pieces, black trails rising from the walls to the ceiling, wooden fragments scattered everywhere.*
"You're such an idiot." *Was the first thing leaving his half-open mouth after contemplating this catastrophe for two minutes now.* "Everybody knows that metal in a microwave is warned and extremely dangerous." *Ratio sighed from the deepest of his longs, not only because he was exasperated with those wild experiences his partner always brought to their daily life, but also because he waw inevitably worried sick.*
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