As simple as a spider in her bed, the most innocent joke in the world (because, being sincere, Moz knew worse jokes); and that’s why he did not understand the reason for her anger.
Maybe Liszt had been too scared. And her cries, which were heard for miles around, maybe they were not for fun.
Maybe he had passed the limit again.
And Liszt had not spoken to him for a week, making Moz uncomfortable. Being ignored by a beautiful and charming woman like her was a punishment worse than death. Desperate times require desperate measures.
The first thing Liszt saw when she woke up was a balloon floating in front of her. “Are you still upset?” said the note hanging from the balloon and Liszt let out a groan as she tossed the note into the wastebasket.
In her closet another balloon and another note floated. “Will you talk to me someday?” Liszt rolled her eyes and pushed them aside.
Outside her door were also the balloon and the note. “If you do not talk to me, I’ll die. Cof, cof, I’m dying.”
And this time, Liszt could not help but smile.
She walked to Moz’s door, where there was another note. “There. I died. Tell Kanae that I love her, and tell Beto it was me who ate the last gyoza. Cof, cof, love you. Addio!”
Liszt’s laughter was heard loud and clear, full of affection and fun. When she turned the note over she noticed that it said something more. “Aha! You’re laughing! I made it!”
The door opened and behind her a Mozart smiled smugly.
"I knew you could not resist to me for too long! And in your favor, I would not either."
Liszt just shook her head and hugged him.
