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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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[He's back to slowly, very slowly, melting that ice cream upon his tongue. The taste is kind of nice. He forgot how sweet the caramel and cream could be after so long, and of course, the pralines are good too. Solid, so he has to chew those, but hopefully small enough not to be an issue later.

It's almost comical, the differences of him and his tiny careful spoonful as opposed to that absolute monster feast she's preparing for herself. He could laugh, even knowing they're both going to suffer for this later, if not for the questions she asks. He's thinking just how, exactly, to answer, when that last question rolls in and socks him in the gut, make him pull an inhale that takes that singular "safe" bite of ice cream and turns it to the cause of his second death.

He chokes and coughs and sputters. He tries to remind his brain that he doesn't technically have to breathe but his brain is taking no messages at this time. His hand braces on the table until, after a moment more, the coughing settles, replaced with soft wheezing. He drops the spoon down, letting it clatter next to the ice cream tubs.]

Okay. That's enough ice cream for me.

[He's just going to wait another five years to make that mistake again. Elbows set up upon that space, he puts his face into his hands.]

No... I definitely didn't kill myself. I got food poisoning. Something I ate made me really sick. It was probably some kind of fever or something. No accidents or... things like that, just some bad luck. Please don't laugh.

[leekspins]

No. I won't.

[If anything, she looks even more sympathetic, gently patting his bony back until he gets his choking under control. It's heartening to know that he wasn't fed up with life at the very least, and he sure acts like someone who'd be ready to fight for that life.]

I guess it's not the worst way to go. As long as the food tasted good at least, right?

[Maybe he was horribly allergic to one of the ingredients and didn't know about it. Or maybe it really was some horrible illness contracted from bad meat. It might even be mad cow disease, wasn't that supposed to be pretty bad? She'd better not make that joke anymore.]

Still...I'm sorry you died. It must have been really scary to discover something like that.

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[He appreciates her understanding. Other friends were of coure less sensitive about his death. Which really never seemed fair. Who laughs at a dead guy? A lot of people apparently.

He accepts the pats to his back but winces a bit at her words.]

I don't really remember. I don't think it was that great. [Nothing horrible but nothing amazing. Certainly nothing worth dying over. Like the hotels, everything felt the same after a while. Homesickness got to him in a few ways.] I just remember a pain in my stomach. Then my head... then all of me. It was really bad actually, and yes, very scary. If you find you can choose how you die, I would recommend not choosing that, if possible.

[But that's a bit dark even for him.]

I thank you for your condolences all the same. [He says it in the way of a tired old joke. One he's told and has been told-- though lacking the little add on's like "and the drinks will be after the funeral". He lifts his head a little to smile at her.]

In any case, I came back. Ish. It's something. And I'm at peace with being dead like this for the most part.

[leekspins]

[She can at least smile at his morbid joke, even if she doesn't contribute any further quips. Death isn't really easy for her to laugh at when other people are concerned. Even for herself, she doesn't talk about it much beyond an acknowledgement that life is short and she means to live each day as fully as she can.]

It's not the worst! You still have a body at least, and you can interact with other people without special help.

[Orihime should probably be full now, but there she sits, still packing away the ice cream.]

Do you know how long it'll last? Until you've finished your business here and can let go?

[Because she definitely doesn't want him to go for good, but she at least understands that he'll probably need to someday.]

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[It's okay she doesn't laugh. As long as she's not bothered it's all okay with him.]

Exactly! Yes! Such is my girl, I thought you'd get it. I'm here in all the ways that matter. Very lucky.

[Was that much ice cream normal? It's been so long since he had anyone aside Gamma to go off of. Dios, he hopes she's going to be alright.

Though, back to his being lucky... ]

But, ah, I don't think it's a matter of when I complete any business. It happens when it happens. I've just got to make sure I'm ready before that. There is a few signs I can keep a watch for to know when it's starting to be time, but I don't want to worry you. Even with all that stuff a lot of it can be willpower and a lot is just luck.

How's the ice cream coming along there?