[He squints over Maverick's way, letting him see just how not happy he is with this whole situation right now. You're the worst, kid. He points a finger out at all of them, frowning seriously.]
This doesn't leave this room. This is now Las Vegas, which I have never been to, but I presume we mostly know how the saying goes.
[He draws the guitar strap over his shoulder and gives himself a good hard shake. If he flickers with light for a moment from his power, well, that was probably just everyone seeing things. Not at all a little boosting of his energy in this form.
He sits back upon the arm of a chair. No tap dancing tonight, he'll just do it from here. Ay, if he weren't so far beyond lapsed he'd cross himself.
His eyes close. His hand lifts high. Teto watches with widening eyes and smile, hanging on to the boy at his side.
Héctor's hand comes down over the strings.]
What color is the sky? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~ You tell me that it's red, ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~
[Whatever they thought of Teto's singing, Héctor manages better. It takes seconds for the nervousness to bleed away, for him to shape shift in a way that doesn't involve power at all. His smile goes bright with memories. He looks a little more like the boy on the floor.]
Where should I put my shoes? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~ You say, "Put them on your head!" Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~
[Enough so, he forgets himself and maybe mimics Imelda's voice there just a little, a laugh on his breath. His foot taps upon the ground.]
You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco~ The way you keep me guessing, I'm nodding and I'm yes-ing~ I'll count it as a blessing...
[It's about then that Teto tries to pull Ricky up into some rather graceless dance.]
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This doesn't leave this room. This is now Las Vegas, which I have never been to, but I presume we mostly know how the saying goes.
[He draws the guitar strap over his shoulder and gives himself a good hard shake. If he flickers with light for a moment from his power, well, that was probably just everyone seeing things. Not at all a little boosting of his energy in this form.
He sits back upon the arm of a chair. No tap dancing tonight, he'll just do it from here. Ay, if he weren't so far beyond lapsed he'd cross himself.
His eyes close. His hand lifts high. Teto watches with widening eyes and smile, hanging on to the boy at his side.
Héctor's hand comes down over the strings.]
What color is the sky? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~ You tell me that it's red, ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~
[Whatever they thought of Teto's singing, Héctor manages better. It takes seconds for the nervousness to bleed away, for him to shape shift in a way that doesn't involve power at all. His smile goes bright with memories. He looks a little more like the boy on the floor.]
Where should I put my shoes? Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~ You say, "Put them on your head!" Ay, mi amor, ay, mi amor~
[Enough so, he forgets himself and maybe mimics Imelda's voice there just a little, a laugh on his breath. His foot taps upon the ground.]
You make me un poco loco, un poquititito loco~ The way you keep me guessing, I'm nodding and I'm yes-ing~ I'll count it as a blessing...
[It's about then that Teto tries to pull Ricky up into some rather graceless dance.]
That I'm only un poco loco~!