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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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[unpocoloco]

[Yes. Ridiculous. Because the dead always tell people that's what they are if they can help otherwise.

He laughs once and turns a wry look on Maverick.]

I'm twenty-three. Four years older. But that's not the point.

The point is that there is no better deal. It's death. No one gets more time without some kind of sacrifice. Being a skeleton is the best deal I could've gotten. No matter the drawbacks, I'm here.

And I like some parts of being a skeleton you know. You had one night to feel biased about it.

[deuteranope]

[But then he shouldn't have to be sacrificed in some Radiance blast thing!!! Everything sucks.]

Much as I fucking love the boner jokes? Not enough for me, man.

[unpocoloco]

[He barks a laugh. Everything sucks but that cheers him.]

Ay, you're not seeing the bigger picture. For one, bones are way more comfortable. Also less gross. For two, no more paper cuts. Imagine it. You can't, because you will forever suffer paper cuts. For three, I can do tricks! Not that you'd like them but I think they're fun.

[deuteranope]

You're right, I wouldn't fucking like them.

[remember how you REMOVED YOUR DAMN ARM LIKE IT WAS NOTHING, BECAUSE HE SURE DOES!!!]

I'll give you the less gross on account of fluids n' shit, but you are fucking crazy if you think it's more comfortable. Skin's... People are -- soft. Warm. If I can't find someone that isn't a goddamn mess helping to end the fucking world, I wanna at least enjoy that, I deserve that much after this shit.

[unpocoloco]

[Oh, he remembers.]

Okay, being bones is still more comfortable, but other people, yes, it's nice to hug you pillowcases. I wish you luck with your dating, whatever you do with it, but until then there's always hugs.

[A lame and cheesy thing to say. Look at him, no shame.]

[deuteranope]

Pillowcases.

[It's a disbelieving, spluttering laugh, which fades out because after that there's plenty of shame enough for the both of them on Maverick's end. You're killing him, dead man. Thank god for alcohol.]

I'm fucking good, thanks.

[unpocoloco]

[The absolute affronted tone that follows that bout of laughter is enough to get him throwing his head back in a laugh too, even slapping a rail-thin thigh. It's better than he'd hoped.]

Tell me it isn't true! You said it yourself! Soft, squishy, warm. Is that not applicable?

[deuteranope]

[Instead of arguing the point that inside pillowcases are pillows, and inside those are more fluff and not some hard skeleton, Maverick reaches over with his free hand to grab a pillow and toss it at Héctor's face. Even with his awful aim, at this distance he can't really miss, but it's clumsy all the same.]

[unpocoloco]

[The pillow hits true, even light and clumsy it is.]

Ay, ay, careful! You'll make me spill this.

[He barely manages to get that out, laughing helplessly near to the point of tears. Despite his own protest, he's immediately taking up that pillow in his free hand and launching it back.]

[deuteranope]

And you'd fucking deserve it.

[Mav was ready for retaliation, but being limited to one hand and feeling the beginnings of a buzz means that while he catches the pillow, one end of it still smacks him with all its soft glory.

He shifts his hold to the corner to bop it against Héctor again, then holds it down between them.]

Oh my fucking god, are you seriously crying... You're ridiculous! So fucking dumb.

[unpocoloco]

And I suppose you would deserve having to sleep on a boozy mattress?

[He wipes at the corner of his eyes. Still, a good flow of stupid giggling "hehe"s and "hee"s.]

Clearly I weep for you, mijo.

Ay, but you get me going, you know?

[deuteranope]

No, I'd make you sleep on the spill, duh.

[Mav opens his mouth. Closes it. Brings his bottle to his lips and mumbles.]

Too easy...

[Mentally adding it to his fake list of "suggestive things your husband has said to me, an innocent, can you believe this shit, Tía?"]

[unpocoloco]

Some friend you are!

[He's tempted to shove, but Maverick is taking a drink. And muttering. He blinks and looks over.]

Pardon? Don't think I caught that.

[A knock sounds.]

Ah! I think that's for you, Maverick. Un momento!

[He hops up and heads for the door, setting his bottle down on the desk before pulling out his wallet and answering. That transaction doesn't last too long. In no time, he's turning around with a pizza box in his hands. He brings it to Maverick and presents it.]

An everything abomination, for you.

[deuteranope]

[Thanks for the save, pizza delivery. Only, not having to explain doesn't do much to help the playful mood he's in and when Héctor brings him the pizza, he touches his heart and gasps as if this is a ring instead.]

Yes, yes, of course yes! What I've always fucking dreamed of!

[He goes to put the box in his lap, but that's a little hot, so it gets to sit on the bed as well. Food is delicious, even abominable food.]

It's fucking beautiful. [A great and terrible beauty.]

[unpocoloco]

[He snorts and guffaws, shaking his head. He lets Maverick work out whatever he's doing with the pizza while he retrieves his drink. Then he's back to finding a place amongst this new arrangement. There's a fond smile on his face.]

Mm, smells good.

[Even with the topping insanity.]

I can't deny it, if I were alive, I would've tried that madness. You'll have to tell me how it is.

[deuteranope]

[It's hard to lounge seductively with pizza, but that's the pose Mav's going for to maximize the taunting. Look at him, eating pizza. Delicious. Oh, it's so gooey and warm and oh shit fuck a sausage just fell off and damn it's hot -- okay, enough of that shit. The top layer is too heavy and he doesn't want to risk it all sliding away and leaving him with nothing but burns from the sauce.]

I mean, it's fucking pizza. A fucking bonanza of flavors, but pizza's pizza at the end of the day. Means you're missing out. Unable to eat pizza, how depressing...

[unpocoloco]

The epitome of grace, you are.

[A comment he makes, snickering, about when Maverick starts losing pieces.]

But yes, truly, I face a terrible fate. How will I ever overcome such tragedy?

[deuteranope]

You can't. Honestly this is the worst fucking thing to ever happen to you. Ever.

[as he sets the slice down and takes a drink break, because he needs to add more impulsivity, clearly.]

But alcohol helps us cope, right?

[unpocoloco]

[He places a hand over his heart, putting a face of mock pain.]

Oh! Maverick, it's true! Without abomination pizza, I am lost! Only my best friend can soothe the pain.

[He lifts up the bottle.]

Dear, sweet, alcohol.

[deuteranope]

[this is so stupid

he's laughing anyway]

Cheers.

[clink clink bitch]

[unpocoloco]

[Maverick calls for a toast. He grins wider. There's no hesitation as he clinks his bottle to Maverick's.]

¡Salud!

[He tips the bottle back and drinks. He hadn't tried to think of any better toast, though he was always good with finding words in moments like it. The reason is clear as in his mind comes another memory. An old friend surprising him with words of his own. A kindness he didn't expect. Laughter, together, enough to wake the whole hotel.

His bottle lowers and he leans back, head tilting up to the ceiling as memory carries him. It would ruin the moment, how good this is, so he keeps his mouth shut. But he thinks it.

He misses him.

But he's grateful too for Maverick now.]