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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]

[Blabber is different from the communication of concepts.]

Ah, yes, but right now, you're not a bird.

[Not that there isn't a lot of blabber right now. He grins at the little reference to their shouting match, then listens to the hum.]

Yes! That's it! Move your voice up and down, just like that! Only to sing, you let it out! Like a yell but with more variation to the sound.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[Apparently, it's music lesson time now. She finishes cutting up the onions and dumps the lot of them in with the pork. Then some garlic, bay leaves, and salt, before covering the pan and letting it cook.]

You're going to have him warbling all over the place. [She's trying not to laugh, but Héctor's excitable energy is very catching.] Let the boy try just opening his mouth first. One note is easier than trying to sing twenty.

[hawkwardness]

[Seems like a whole lot of effort when he could have gone and eaten some chips out of a vending machine. It's not as if he has to eat healthy in this shape.

He's stopped trying to sing, started talking normally again...]

Yelling words. And somehow making it sound nice... how'd you even learn how? I don't know if I can.

[unpocoloco]

[Oh, that is going to smell amazing when she's done. He can't have any but he can sure enjoy that.

He grins at her, both to encourage that laugh she's trying to fight and because he's not at all seeing warbling as a bad thing.

Tobias stops him up though, making him blink.]

I- hm.

[He strokes his chin.]

I don't know. I just... did it? I've been doing it as long as I can remember.

[No one's ever asked him that before. He looks to Imelda like she might have a different answer.]

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[At Héctor's look, Imelda shrugs and then waves off Tobias's concern with her hand.]

Anyone can learn how to sing.

It's practice, mostly. The same way you learn how to talk--by mimicking what you hear. No one taught you how to hum, but you did that just now, didn't you?

[hawkwardness]

I didn't learn to speak English. It was all dumped into my head one day.

[Bitter? Him? Yes, and it shows. It's just not quite for the reason they might assume. He's such a freak. Can't be human, can't be a real hawk, can't belong anywhere.

He looks back at the water, face blank and... begins to hum again.]

[unpocoloco]

[The bitter notes make him frown. He's not sure what's got Tobias riled, but he says anyway;]

Okay, magic language, but she's still got a point. It's like flapping your wings.

[When the hum comes back, he eases, smile returning. Give a moment and his eyes close and he starts to hum too, making a harmony of it.]