[...he cannot for the life of him guess what this is about. Clearly baffled, still holding this squashed half of a lemon in his right hand, he glances at Adrian, at the food he's making, at himself (covered in lemon juice, juuuust a little bit), and then back at Adrian. Figuring it has something to do with the weather and his choice of clothing like last time—]
It gets hot in the kitchen, dumbass, and I don't own many pairs of actual pants anyway.
[—yeah that's clearly what this is about.
Rosso tosses the juiced lemon half into the nearby trash bin and goes to wash the excess juice off of his hands before the sticky sets in.]
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It gets hot in the kitchen, dumbass, and I don't own many pairs of actual pants anyway.
[—yeah that's clearly what this is about.
Rosso tosses the juiced lemon half into the nearby trash bin and goes to wash the excess juice off of his hands before the sticky sets in.]