Rosinante, or Corazon, as everyone calls him, is your best friend at school. He's a quiet guy: he would only speak if there was no one around, except you, and if there was someone around he would use asl or write whatever he wanted to say in a paper. That was okay with you, the only problem is that he's very clumsy. Very, very clumsy. He would accidentally set himself on fire, trip over the silliest things, or somehow crash into everything.

Today was one of those times: you guys were walking to the cafeteria during break, and he somehow managed to crash his entire face against the lockers. So now you're sitting in the yard, healing his bruised face.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled very, very quietly, his bruised cheeks also turning a light shade of pink.