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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]

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.]