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 Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 5:08 pm
An Officialized Meeting Comparing Mothers Antonio watched from his spot in the doorway as Amparo sliced peppers and dropped them into a frying pan. She seemed, Antonio decided, to like cooking more than much else. She was always cooking something, be it experimenting with combination-foods or baking small snacks... Not that he complained, but...
He watched her cooking quietly, and frowned a little, stepping forward. "Uh, Miss Amparo?" That got the girl's attention. She looked up slowly, and a grin pulled at her lips.
"Yes, Antonio?" She asked, setting a metal lid over the frying pan and turning to face the boy. It was one of the few times Antonio had left her bedroom since he discovered Eileen, and she always seemed to be smiling and happy when he was around.
The smile was infectious, and Antonio felt his lips quirk upward into a ghosting smile. "I was wondering... what're you cooking?" He asked, stepping over slowly to look.
Amparo smiled a little bit. "I'm making chicken. You don't mind spicy food, do you? Most of what I cook's a little bit spicy. It's really to blame my Latin heritage and all that." She grinned sheepishly.
Antonio grinned a little and shook his head. "I don't mind..." He replied quietly, biting his lip. "Uh, d'you know if Uncle Jon--"
"Your journal?" She asked, glancing up at him from chopping again. Antonio looked faintly unnerved.
"Yeah..."
"It's in the dufflebag next to the bed." She smiled at him. "Jonathan has all your things there. Well, what he could salvage..." Amparo coughed a little and winced, shaking her head. "If you want, we can go out shopping to fix up a room for you."
"Yeah, speaking of that... Is there a spare bedroom here?" Antonio felt slightly uncomfortable sleeping in the woman's bedroom, despite the insanely comfy bed.
Amparo shook her head. "No, not yet. But I'm thinking about moving into my mother's old house. It's just outside of Durem. Three, four bedrooms, so you can have your own." She smiled at him sheepishly. "You don't mind being in my room for a little longer, do you?"
Antonio shook his head, and smiled a little, turning. "Alright, I'm gonna go write. Oh and... Miss Amparo?" She looked back at Antonio, who was smiling a little. "Thanks."
Amparo smiled a little and nodded to him. "Sure thing, hon. Don't you fret about askin' f'somethin', alright?"
Antonio grinned, and nodded. "Sure." He started off, thoughts already wandering into his journal.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 12:26 pm
Journal Entry 1: A New Beginning The First Entry in a new Chapter
Antonio sat quietly on the large, fluffy bed that belonged to Amparo Fernandez. His new mother. His guardian. A woman who, for the short time they chatted, seemed like a perfect choice. No wonder Eileen trusted her. She seemed the motherly type, but something was missing.
Maybe it was the fact that it was only a mother and not a father. Antonio paused his opening of the new journal, blinking curiously. "I wonder if her and Jon..." He stopped himself, cringing. "Oh t'hell with that." He muttered, making a face. That was a thought the boy could do without.
Antonio smiled nonetheless, and opened to the first page of the journal. He dug for a black pen quietly, and began to write.Quote: A lot's happened since I last wrote an entry. ...Well, to be honest, since Eileen last wrote an entry. I never got to write in my old journal, because I was just a toddler, and I didn't know how to write.
I'm now staying with a woman named Amparo Fernandez, and my uncle Jonathan. Eileen...
Someone murdered her. Jonathan and I found her body outside, where I was told a sword relic was once hung, and that is where I was said to be found.
I refuse to admit that I miss Eileen. I loved her, she was my mother. But now she is dead, and hopefully her soul has gone to rest somewhere where she won't have to live in fear of what might happen to her or me or Jonathan.
The woman I now reside with, Amparo? She's... odd. She seems like a nice woman, though, and I like her. I haven't talked much with her, but I suspect she wishes to leave me to mourn the loss of Eileen.
I mourned for the past few days. But I've come to accept the fact that she's gone. And besides... she's never truly gone. I always will have her dagger, the old knicked artifact that she gave me only days ago.
I wonder how Jonathan is holding up with the loss of my mother...
Those two loved each other. It was blatantly obvious in their eyes. I just hope... Maybe one day he'll find someone else to love.
Here's hoping.
Antonio rose quietly, and put the journal back into his duffle bag. He glanced up when he heard a gentle coughing from the kitchen, and walked out to investigate. "Amparo?"
Amparo didn't look up at first, covering her mouth with a cloth and coughing into it. Finally, when the coughing spell was over, she glanced up with a smile. "Yes, Antonio?"
"Are you alright?" He frowned, stepping closer to her. For a split second, Antonio could see a red glow over what would be her left lung.
Amparo grinned at the boy. "I'm just fine, Antonio. Just a little dust." She made a face, grinning. "Jonathan's out getting the house set up. We should be able to move in a few days. Two, maybe three tops."
Antonio nodded, watching the glow that would flicker in and out of his peripheal vision. "Are you sure you're okay, Amparo?"
"Sure I'm sure, Antonio." Amparo smiled at him. "Dinner'll be ready soon. Why don'cha go watch TV'a somethin' til then, hm?"
Antonio nodded, watching her quietly as she turned to continue whatever she had been doing. Antonio bit his lip, and turned, starting off. His thoughts whirled around the red glow. What was it? Was it the reason Amparo was coughing? And why could he see it...
Antonio kept the glow filed away in his head, thoughts to explore it further pressing him into thought. He dropped into the couch, frowning a little bit as he flicked on the TV.
Soon enough, the thoughts were barely lingering as he watched a movie and waited for dinner.
Whatever it was, if it was serious enough, it could wait.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:14 pm
First Target Chance Echoes of Bullets Antonio had been eager to start his training in the field that Jonathan and Amparo frequented. Today, Amparo was going to actually let him use a gun. It was a good beginning for the child, and he felt eager to be able to pull the trigger on the desert Eagle in his hand.
Amparo had the different targets set up outside, and stood behind him, with a pair of headphones in her hand. She handed them to Antonio, who set them on carefully. They'd block out the sound of the bullets, so that the sound wouldn't injure his ears. "Go ahead." She commanded, putting her own headphones on.
Antonio aimed for the bullseye on the target nearest him. A hundred feet away, he noted absently as he aimed. His stomach was in knots as he aimed, finally setting the gun steadily in direct range to shoot the bullseye of the first target.
His stomach knotted itself, he felt his throat dry and seize up. His finger shakily moved to the trigger, and he used both hands to steady the gun that he noticed was shaking. Antonio tried to center himself, trying to uncoil his stomach from the various knots.
Without realizing it, Antonio's dark forefinger pulled the trigger on the gun. The backlash of the shot jolted up his arm and sent his mind into a frenzy of emotions. Pride that he had been able to do it. Embarrassment that he had been so nervous. Shock that he had done it at all.
It was after the frenzy of emotions settled on pride that he noted with a forlorn expression...
He missed the target by a few feet. The gun in his hand was still shaking, and he switched the gun to his other hand, feeling the effects of the nervousness settle on his right arm like a lead sleeve.
Amparo moved over next to Antonio quietly, and touched his shoulder. Antonio's shoulder jumped in reaction, tight with tension of nerves and shock. Amparo gave him a gentle smile, and took her headphones off. "You look shocked."
"It kind of hurt." Antonio admitted, moving his headphones off. The left hand holding the Desert Eagle felt heavy, and he held it out quietly. "I don't like that thing. It hurt." He replied quietly, rubbing his shoulder. "And I can't even shoot straight." He complained, irritated now that his ego had felt the blown shot of his miss.
Amparo rubbed his shoulder absently. "You'll get better." She promised, putting the gun away. She turned, eying him carefully. "It takes practice, Antonio. You can't be perfect at everything. It was your first shot."
"I don't like guns." He replied irritably, rubbing his shoulder and shifting away from Amparo. "Can't I work with something else?" He insisted, watching her. He sighed when she shook her head, and turned, starting inside. "Later, then." He replied. Antonio was planning on avoiding the gun as long as he could.
Amparo watched with a faintly amused expression as the ego-shot child walked inside, and she turned, taking the shot. Bullseye.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 10:16 pm
Meeting the Grandmother Carmen. Part 1 Alumna Carmen Antonio was not a morning person. That was to be said obviously of the dark-skinned sidhe. His hair stood up in odd angles, and he looked, to put nicely, like s**t. Antonio wandered out of the bedroom of Amparo's small apartment, and rubbed the back of his head sleepily, frowning.
He caught sight of Jonathan, and smiled slightly, making a grab for his sleeve. "Jonathan." He greeted, yawning. "G'morning. Where're w'off to this bloody early?" He asked, rubbing his neck sleepily.
Jonathan was not a very happy morning person, either. The knowledge of where the three of them were going didn't help that one bit. He despised the old woman moreso than she despised him, and sighed when Antonio asked, somewhat forlornly. "We're going to meet a bitter old woman who can't stand me." He replied bluntly.
Antonio arched an eyebrow very slowly, a frown tugging at his lips. "... What do you mean?" He asked, watching him as his own fingers dug at an itchy spot in the back of his head.
"We're meeting Amparo's grandmother, Alumna Carmen." He replied, sighing tiredly. "The woman has it in for me, I swear it." Jonathan complained in a loud, tired, and somewhat whiny voice.
Antonio laughed quietly and started back into his bedroom. "Who doesn't have it in for you, Jonathan?" He replied, glancing back with a devious look. At Jonathan's glare, Antonio disappeared into his bedroom to get dressed and ready.
Antonio took a short shower that, to him, seemed to go on forever. He stood under the hot water, and closed his eyes, sighing. It felt cold, so he turned up the heat a little. Soon enough, there was no cold water turned on, and he stood under the full blast of pure heated water. His thoughts were elsewhere, and he didn't notice the heat as he dug for the shampoo blindly to wash his hair.
His arm still felt like lead sometimes when he remembered the first time he shot a gun. That was almost a month since that first shot. He sighed quietly and shook his head, turning his back to the spray to rinse his hair free of the shampoo.
Soon, Antonio was out of the shower, and his skin was steaming from the hot blast. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and stared at himself in the mirror, frowning. This was one of the few times Antonio actually noticed himself in the mirror. His daily routine to perfection was practiced, and so ritual that he didn't need a mirror to know what he was doing. He stared at the mirror image of himself through the foggy reflection, and smiled slightly. The frown didn't do his face justice.
He grabbed a comb and walked into the bedroom, forsaking the foggy image of himself as he combed his hair straight. He grabbed his ribbon and tied the hair smoothly, letting the tail fly freely on his back. Fifteen minutes later, Antonio walked out of his room, cleaning his ears and completely dressed.
Amparo spotted him, and blinked. "... You dressed up?" She looked amused. Amparo herself was in a pair of jeans and a slightly dressy shirt, but that was because they'd be seeing her mother before they went to see Alumna Carmen.
Antonio didn't seem to hear Amparo, and if he did, completely bypassed her question as he walked past her to the kitchen. "We eating before we go?" He asked, digging around the fridge for something to munch on. He grabbed an apple with a triumphant grin and looked over, biting into it. After a stern look from the woman, he blinked. "... Whut?" He asked around his food.
Amparo rolled her eyes. "We're leaving now. Hurry up." She nudged him, and smiled, starting out. Then she stopped, and turned. "And bring your dagger... And your gun." She frowned. "Yeah, that's it." Amparo turned and headed out. Antonio arched an eyebrow, and walked back to his room.
He took his suit jacket off, and shrugged on the gun holster that was fitted to his body, and slid the small Desert Eagle into the case in the holster. Then he grabbed his dagger, and slid it into his pocket. Now content with two weapons at his expense, Antonio checked the safety on the gun, and then headed out after Amparo and a sulking Jonathan.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 1:59 pm
Meeting Grandmother Carmen. Part 2. Why are we at a Garage? Antonio arched an eyebrow slowly when the car stopped outside of 'Julio's Garage'. The car seemed in perfect condition, why were they stopping? The car did stop inside the garage, and as Jonathan and Amparo got out, Antonio followed in suit.
The garage wasn't 'bustling' with activity, but a few select men were underneath cars, working distractedly. Amparo seemed to be seeking out one particular man working under the hood of a bright yellow 1969 Ford Charger. She spotted the car, and under the car, the man, and walked over with a smile.
Antonio frowned curiously, following closely behind Jonathan towards the car. It was an old car, that much was obvious by it's build. The color made Antonio cringe. "Who has a yellow car?" He thought aloud, arching an eyebrow.
Amparo snorted in amusement and looked over, smiling. "It used to be mine." She replied smoothly, brushing her fingers over the hood of the car. Before slamming her fist down on top of it. The man beneath let out a surprised yelp, and rolled out of the car, glaring up at Amparo. When the man got a clear look at the girl, his glare turned into a wide grin.
"Mija!" The man rose and, oil-covered and all, pulled her into a tight hug. She squeaked at the sudden hug, and fumed slightly at the oil now staining the front of her shirt. She glared at him faintly.
"Hello, Papi." She greeted, grabbing a rag to try and wipe some of the oil off without ruining the shirt. Amparo shook her head and smiled. "I'm going to see Carmen and Mama." She explained, wiping the oil away smoothly. "But I wanted you to meet someone first." She turned, and took Antonio's hand gently, pulling him forward.
"Papi, this is my son Antonio." Amparo explained to the man's questioning glance. At his sharp look, she grinned sheepishly. "Adopted, Papi. He's adopted. Does it look like I want stretch marks?" She pointed out bluntly, poking him in the arm lightly.
Antonio blinked at Amparo's introduction, and turned with a slight smile to the older man, holding out his hand silently. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
The man smiled and shook his head, pulling the boy into a hug. "You're family, son. Family doesn't shake hands, they hug." He pointed out smoothly, letting him go after the hug with a smile.
Antonio froze at the hug and blinked. When he was released, he scooted away sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "Right." He mumbled, a little uneasy about the hug.
Amparo hugged Antonio briefly, and smiled at him slightly. "We just came to introduce you to Antonio. We're headin' to the cafe to see Mama and Carmen."
Julio snorted in amusement. "You're taking Jonathan to see your mother and Carmen. Do you think he wants to die?" Amparo grinned sheepishly and shrugged meekly, grinning.
"We should be headin' off, Papi." Amparo replied cheekily, hugging him again. "I want to go there, sit for a while, then head home for dinner." She nodded lightly, and then eyed the car. "She racing this weekend?"
"Mmh."
".... I'll be here." Amparo grinned, and started for the car that'd take them to the Cafe in Durem. "C'mon, fellas!" Amparo got in the car, and Antonio and Jonathan followed wordlessly.
Jonathan seemed to be sulking even more, and Antonio...
He was scared of the woman everyone called 'Alumna Carmen'. But just a teensy bit.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 8:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 11:02 am
Meeting Grandmother Carmen. Part 4. It's stuffy in here. What is all this junk? Antonio went up the stairs with Amparo, leading Jonathan along quietly. As they entered the second floor of the small cafe, Antonio seemed to blank out. Something here triggered his mind, and he remembered, very vaguely, a face of long purple hair and deep black eyes...
Before he could put a name to a face, though, Antonio walked into a table, and let out a loud, surprised yell. He fell forward, knocking the table over, and barely had the conscience to catch the crystal ball that threatened to break when it hit the ground. "Sorry!" He called, rising quickly. "Sorry 'bout that!"
Antonio rose quickly, putting the table rightside up and setting the crystal ball down. Amparo winced and rubbed her eyes, groaning to herself quietly. "Antonioooo..." She half-whined, tugging him over. "Stay. Put."
Antonio hardly listened, eyes glancing around curiously at all the strange artifacts in the room that, so cluttered with old things, looked insanely small. "What is all this junk?" Antonio asked aloud, glancing around with a curious frown.
Out of nowhere, a hand came down hard and smacked Antonio on the back of his head. Antonio let out a pained yelp and jumped away, turning to snap at the person who smacked him. The offender, an old woman with graying hair tied back in a tight ponytail and hard, defiant green eyes, had already began to walk around the table to the head chair. She sat comfortably, and looked up at Amparo, Antonio, and Jonathan. "So, Amparo. What brings you to my humble abode?" The woman's voice was careful, but had a strength to it that made Antonio wonder just how old she was.
Amparo smiled lightly at the old woman, and moved beside her, hugging her gently. "'Ello, Alumna Carmen." She greeted, taking a chair at the table patiently. "I came to introduce you to someone." Amparo glanced up at Antonio, who was still rubbing the back of his head and grumbling under his breath. "Tonio."
Antonio looked up, blinking, and held out his free hand. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Alumna Carmen." He replied in a monotoned voice, a natural reaction when meeting someone. He sat down and rubbed his head, somewhat childishly. Jonathan snuck into the chair between Antonio and Amparo, to be away from the old woman.
"And you've brought Jonathan, I see." She didn't sound pleased. Jonathan rolled his eyes slightly, but nodded to the old woman out of pure mannerism. Carmen watched Antonio curiously, frowning. "This one's not human." She noticed quietly, crossing her arms and waiting.
Antonio shrugged meekly, rubbing his neck. Amparo nodded. "We know." She replied simply, shrugging. Carmen nodded, and eyed the boy.
"There's something special in this one, though." Carmen smiled, holding her hand out to the boy. "Let me see your hand, Child." Antonio held out his dark palm quietly, letting Carmen trace over the lines in his hands curiously. Carmen noted many things, but said nothing as she eyed his hand. Finally, she released the grasp on his hand.
"You have questions, Child." She smirked at Antonio in a pleased manner, and nodded to Amparo and Jonathan. "Downstairs, both of you. Your mother needs your help." Amparo knew what this meant, and rose, grabbing Jonathan's sleeve and half-dragging him downstairs.
Once Carmen heard the faint 'click' of the attic door closing, she turned to Antonio, and watched him patiently. Antonio stared at the old woman, watching her eyes carefully. The staring contest continued as both of them tested one another. Finally, Antonio cracked.
"What do you know about magic?" He asked quietly, watching her. Carmen smirked slightly, watching him and waiting. He'd elaborate, she was sure. "I... I know I'm not human, I'm a changeling. But I don't know anything about magic, not anything I can put to words anyway."
"Instinct."
Antonio nodded slightly. "I was... I was watching Amparo one day, and... there was this pink light around her side." He bit his lip. "I don't know what it is." Carmen frowned, steepling her fingers as she watched him. Antonio continued. "It only happened once, but I don't know what it meant. And Amparo said you were a witch so I thought--"
"I would understand." She finished his sentence for him, watching his eyes. "I do, but I think this... this magic would be very different from my own or Claire's, dear. Yours would be pure. Magic with humans, although it's there, is more of an acquired trait, you know." She smiled. "It has to be practiced."
"But so does mine--"
"Even so, your magic is... pure. Stronger than ours." She frowned, watching him curiously. "I would offer advice, practice this, but... I'm not a changeling, darling. I don't understand how your magic works." Carmen smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, sweetie." She reached over, taking his hand gently.
Antonio sighed, and bit his lip. Carmen patted his hand, and rose. "I think... maybe, I have something you could use." She went to a drawer, digging through. She finally pulled out a bag of something, and tossed it over.
Antonio barely caught it, and looked inside, to see a smooth stone with a hole in it. Carmen smiled at him. "For luck, love." Antonio nodded and frowned.
"Would it hurt if I put a string through it, y'know, to wear?" Carmen shook her head, smiling. Antonio grinned, and set the stone back inside, pocketing it for now. "Think I should head downstairs."
Carmen nodded, and moved over, hugging him lightly. "If you ever need advice that I can help with, child, you come and you see me, 'cha?" She smirked at him. Antonio smiled sheepishly and hugged back, nodding. He started out quietly, and Carmen watched him leave gently.
When Carmen heard the door click shut, she sat down, and dug out her ball, eying it carefully. Something was off about that one, and she wanted to know what, exactly.
Antonio headed downstairs, and smiled at Amparo quietly. "I'm ready to go, Amparo." Amparo looked up, and smiled, nodding. Antonio started out for the car, while Amparo and Jonathan finished up their work.
Amparo and Jonathan came out, to see Antonio sitting in the back, staring through the circle in the stone with a frown. Amparo frowned gently, and snapped her fingers. He coughed and looked up, sheepishly. "Hm?"
"What's that?"
"A gift." Antonio smiled, and put it in his pocket. "I like her. She's nice."
"She hits."
"That's okay." Antonio grinned sheepishly. "I still like her." Amparo nodded her approval, and smiled, driving back to their apartment.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 5:05 pm
Journal Entry 2: Guns and Grandmothers Dear Journal... Antonio sat on the floor of the bedroom in their new house, outside of Durem but not very far outside of the city. It was an old-styled country house, large enough for a family. Too large for their family, but... they didn't mind.
Antonio sat with his journal in his lap, fingers splayed out over the rough and worn cover. He took a deep breath, and dug out his pen, flipping open to a new page thoughtfully.Quote: I don't want to start this journal entry like the last, but again, much has happened since my last entry. Not as dramatic, I promise. At least... I don't think anything dramatic has happened. Amparo and Jonathan seem very intent on me knowing everything that goes on. I don't understand why, maybe it's to make up for Eileen.
Which doesn't make sense to me, since they aren't to blame.
A few days ago, Mum Amparo had us meet with her family. Her father is a mechanic I believe. When I met him, he was working on an obnoxious yellow car that Amparo said was once hers. I don't see how she could have driven such an ugly thing, but to each their own.
We also met her mother, who runs a cafe in Durem city. It's small, didn't seem too busy when we arrived, but our purpose of the meeting was to meet the ever mysterious Alumna Carmen.
She's a witch. I suppose the entire family is, maybe, but that's not what makes her unique. She's strong, and... wise. But she couldn't help me.
I...
I'm beginning to wonder what I'm capable of. I saw something on Amparo the day of my last entry. It was a glow over her side. I don't know what it is, or what it meant. I just... I don't know. I really don't anymore.
Alumna Carmen wasn't very much help, either. She told me my "magic is pure." Much more pure than their own. I don't understand what she means.
Amparo also received a wand from a shop called the Ghosts of the Past, from a woman named Ianna Umbridge. Now it has a wisp over it, and apparently that wisp will become a baby.
I suppose I can live with that. Maybe with the baby around, Amparo won't be so keen on making sure I'm pampered and babied. I'm not a baby anymore, and it's getting annoying. I understand her reasoning but still, I'm almost a teenager, I'm not a little kid.
I wish she'd stop acting like I'm going to break.
Well, not much else has happened as of late. I'll write again soon.
The circle must've been at least 18 feet in diameter, and contained a garden, a fountain, and a few benches around the fountain to sit. Amparo had made it clear that this would be Antonio's little area of haventry, and she even began to put up a door at the hedge's opening, for Antonio's privacy.
This was his domain, his haven, and... Antonio didn't have plans on sharing it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 8:46 am
Folsom Prison Blues But those people keep'a movin', and that's what tortures me... Antonio sat in the nursery of the soon-to-come southern baby. He looked around and smiled slightly. It was bare, no paint, no floor, nothing. Amparo didn't want to do anything until the baby could object. Still, he sat with his laptop in his lap, and took the Johnny Cash cd that his mother had bought.
He put it in and closed his eyes. The first song his randomizer picked up was the Folsom Prison Blues, and soon enough Antonio was humming along to the repeated song. "I hear that train'a comin', it's rollin' round the bend, and I ain' seen the sun shine since I don't know when..."
He got up and set his laptop carefully in the corner, looking around. He shook his head, and dug out paper and a pen, sketching out various plans for the room. Finally, he settled on one, and put it in his pocket. With or without Amparo's consent, he'd do the baby's room himself. Even if it was her baby, he wanted to do it.
He nodded at his plans quietly and then turned, changing the song absently as he walked around the room, making sure everything would fit right if he were to do it a certain way. Cocaine Blues began to play, and he looked over, grinning slightly.
"Early one mornin', I was makin' the rounds. I took'a shot'a cocaine, and I shot my woman down. I went right home and I went to bed. I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head."
He laughed quietly as he sang along, half-dancing as he sang. "I made a run, but I ran too slow. They caught me down in Mexico..." He hummed along, grinning as he moved.
Antonio looked up when he heard a door open, and arched an eyebrow. He grabbed his gun out of instinct, turned his laptop off completely, including the music, and snuck towards the door. He peered out. "Amparo? Jon?"
No answer.
He arched an eyebrow slowly, and began to move forward, cocking his gun to be safe. "Amparo." He called with a faint calm to his voice. He'd wound. He wouldn't kill. He'd wound.
He turned and aimed his gun into the kitchen, looking inside. Amparo turned, and arched an eyebrow. She took the money out of her mouth that she had been holding there because of the groceries, and grinned. "Hiya baby."
"... Don't do that. Jesus." Antonio rolled his eyes and put the gun away, coming over and hugging her. "You coulda called for help."
"Mouth was full."
"Eh." Antonio smiled and shook his head. "Almost shot'cha." He grinned at her smugly and then began to put the groceries away wordlessly, humming.
".... Antonio?"
"Hm?" He looked up from his spot.
"Are you humming Cocaine Blues?"
Antonio just grinned and set about putting the groceries away.
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