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[unpocoloco]

Héctor
UN: OLLIN

STATUS: Graduate Student / Teacher's Assistant

ACCOLADES: I write music, know how to play a few instruments, mostly la guitarra.

BIO: !Hola¡ Soy Héctor. Yo hablo español y un poco inglés. I've come to Daybreak to learn a little about all this magic stuff and help out around the Campus. If you need an odd job taken care of, I'm your guy! (Unless you are la policía. Or someone I have borrowed from. If that is the case, do not contact me, por favor.)

© TESSISAMESS

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[deuteranope]

[Life and Undeath.

He tries to maintain a dead glare, but it isn't long before he finds himself smirking.]

Yeah, actually, "Maverick's kisses were so magic they made my bone nice and hard" isn't a story I want out there. I got standards, man.

[...standards that apparently a spying saboteur for some evil dude met, but good guy Héctor doesn't.]

[unpocoloco]

[He makes a face but then, terribly, laughs.]

Wow! You made it worse! It's almost like you're trying to get me divorced!

[deuteranope]

Yeah, you got it. Now you know the stakes, you keep your mouth shut, Esqueletío.

[Then Maverick laughs, too. They're both terrible.]

Please. You done all that shit and haven't gotten yourself divorced, nothing I do will make a fucking dent. She'll disown us both before that, I think.

[unpocoloco]

Oh yes! Being disowned sounds so much better!

[They'll just ignore how he essentially was.]

Blackmailed by own family! I'm wounded.

[He tuts and shakes his head. And then moves closer to muss Maverick's hair. Take that.]

[deuteranope]

[Thanks for playing his game, Héc. More laughter splutters out as he ducks out of the way.]

Wow, shamelessly begging for another kiss! [heh, wounded.] I really must be great.

[unpocoloco]

[He smiles warmer with the laughter. He'll let you go this time, kid.]

Ay, save your smooching for your Mamá. You'll oversaturate the market otherwise. The kiss economy will completely collapse.

[deuteranope]

Ah yes, the kiss economy. Hear it'll be in shambles soon.

[Moving out... Sigh, he'll definitely miss the kisses, not that he wants to admit that here and now. Instead he shrugs as if helpless.]

Easy 'nuff on my end. Try not to pine, though, just enjoy this newfound blessing of health I've given you. Drink your milk and -- wait, no, don't drink your milk, that'll go real fucking bad.

[unpocoloco]

Poor thing, never stood a chance.

[Especially if he gets the chance to catch Imelda later.

He laughs.]

A strict diet of air, tequila, and occasionally very bland tea! I'll be the pinnacle of undead health! Almost alive. And I'll think of you to ease the pining.

[deuteranope]

[His chances are greatly improved with him getting to ditch the cane for a bit.]

There you go, that'll work. But fuck, dude, cut out the tea and add more tequila. I'd take you out to get some now, but I figure you need to do some work tonight eventually.

[unpocoloco]

[Greatly improved. He's going to surprise Imelda. Mostly by pulling her into a dance and then some.]

I'm not technically supposed to drink on campus, but you make a fine point. Still! Another time! A weekend, perhaps! Or after you move, whichever comes first. Don't forget to tell me where I'm going and what you want, I've got a limited avenue to order anything.

[deuteranope]

Fuck yesss. We make everyone else do all the fucking work and later on, we wine and dine in peace.

[Way more fun than when he moved into the dorms.]

You know, we can always mooch off the inn's kitchen, if nothing else. Otherwise I've always wanted an excuse to try a pizza with literally everything.

[that he would then spend a lot of time picking pieces off of.]

[unpocoloco]

It's practically diabolical.

[And yet.]

That's what we'll do if I wake late, then. I'll bring extra drinks for the kitchen staff. But either way, everything it is. It will either be the greatest or worst pizza ever made.

[deuteranope]

It'll fucking be both at the same time, that's the whole fucking point of "everything", my good man.

[he's so ready to drink himself stupid with this other dumbass]

[unpocoloco]

[He, too, is more than prepared for that.]

You're going to make yourself sick. Do you really want to go out the way I did? With your insides declaring war? Your Mamá is not going to be happy if I have to call the ambulance on you.

[deuteranope]

Nah, but she'll be grateful you bothered. Not everyone would! Besides, even if I'm accidentally copying some loser, it's better than the alternative, isn't it?

[Thinking he'd been murdered, and all... Though oocly, it would be a lovely dichotomy with Héctor.]

Just make sure you tell her I love her, all that shit. We'll be square.

[unpocoloco]

[He brings up a hand in surrender.]

Alright, alright. I can't deny a man his last words. She'll know.

[Even in this morbid joke scenario, he can't help taking that part seriously.]

But I'm warning you; you die, and I'll haunt your ghost. You will never hear the end of it.

[deuteranope]

[And he appreciates it, underneath the derisive snort. Mama should know full well by now how much he loves her and how we would do anything for her, but...he figures it will be nice to have other people remind her of it when he's gone. He could never say it enough, really.]

That's fucked up. Didn't you learn nothing? Let a man rest, fuck's sake.

[unpocoloco]

[She could use hearing it. Maverick would just as much need it said. He knows.]

Not a chance. I will bang pots and pans over your grave. No rest for the wicked, mi amigo, you're staying on this side at least as long as I am.

[deuteranope]

Excuse you? I may be an asshole, but I ain't wicked. That shit's just gonna get you arrested, no matter how many pretty words you got for Mama. Fucking lunatic.

[He sort of hates that he feels his insides going cold at the playful threat, though. Staying alive is something he's good with. Sticking around when he's supposed to be dead and gone is just...creepy. Scary. Pointless.]

[unpocoloco]

[Ay, he's pushed too far. The mirth leaves, and though he's still got a faint smile, it's something sorry.]

I can handle being arrested. Happened enough times now. Not really good handling lost family.

[He reaches over for Maverick's shoulder. Just a light touch before drawing back.]

I wouldn't do that. Not to you. Doesn't work like that anyway.

[deuteranope]

Hn.

[Not good at handling lost family... For a second he thinks he doesn't know what that's like, but then he remembers that as much as he tried to deny it sometimes, Kano counted, now. That made both of them, then, and it also made that frozen feeling warm some. Enough that he can sigh and not feel like his lingers were being shredded, anyway.]

Yeah, yeah. I know it's just a fucking joke, you don't gotta tell me. [He's not bothered, gosh!!!] We fucking agreed anyway. Me dying anytime soon ain't the plan.

[Because that's absolutely how it works.]

[unpocoloco]

[The joke is ruined, the game ended. But maybe that's okay.]

Si, we did agree, that's true. No dying.

[His smile comes back a little brighter. He waits a moment, then decides that a shoulder touch isn't enough. Reaches out for something of a side hug, pulling Maverick close.]

Sorry for that, mijo.

[deuteranope]

[Like a normal teen, instead of the one sullen and scared of becoming undead, he reluctantly allows the hug with little more than a grumble of complaint. Come onnnn, you're embarrassing him...]

Whatever. Man, you're so fucking handsy... [And yet after Mav weakly pushes him away in rebellious protest, he reaches down to catch Héctor's hand in his before he can get too far. Shut up.]

[unpocoloco]

[A grumble and a shove away and he's backing off. Or trying to. A hand has found his and he looks from it to the boy's face. His smile spreads with the warming of his heart.

He offers Maverick some mercy and doesn't say anything. He simply squeezes back and hangs on, turning his smile skyward, content.]

with a gentle timeskip

[deuteranope]

[As gratefulness and peace ease his heart, the camera pans up to the sky, dark and beginning to glitter gently with watchful stars. They won't need words for their walk around and back, but Mav offers a cheery farewell at the end of it all anyway.

Days later, that peace has been worked up into something more yet again, and Maverick paces his new room at the inn, box to half-unpacked box, trying to figure out what he wanted where and what time is it, when is this dumbass gonna show the fuck up already, THEY'VE GOT DRINKS TO DRINK, BUDDY]