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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

Comments

[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.]