[He rolls his eyes and there's an awkward shift, but his reaction is much less extreme than the embarrassed bluster Héctor May have come to expect. He matches the grin reflexively, and punctuates it with a laugh. Dying, ha... But also,]
Your Maverick sounds like no fucking fun. I'd never deny my Héctor a chance to show off. [just casually shittalking yourself, nbd.
Maverick rocks back on his heels, only he doesn't...bounce back onto his toes again. He falls like he's expecting someone to be there to catch him, but when he's past the point of being able to recover himself, he poofs into mist instead. A second later, the boy pops back into existence, crouched down with his arms folded on his knees. Tamale stands proudly on top of his hat. His voice is comically gruff when he speaks, but he can't keep himself from smiling like a dork.]
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Your Maverick sounds like no fucking fun. I'd never deny my Héctor a chance to show off. [just casually shittalking yourself, nbd.
Maverick rocks back on his heels, only he doesn't...bounce back onto his toes again. He falls like he's expecting someone to be there to catch him, but when he's past the point of being able to recover himself, he poofs into mist instead. A second later, the boy pops back into existence, crouched down with his arms folded on his knees. Tamale stands proudly on top of his hat. His voice is comically gruff when he speaks, but he can't keep himself from smiling like a dork.]
I am the night.