Snapshot: Vato
Monday, April 6th, 2015 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serai.
My Muse is a duplicitous little shit, I swear. First he tells me he's not interested in getting me writing, and then he does this.
Vato
I look up to see a man kneeling right next to me. He’s staring fixedly at me, either puzzled or threatening.
"You alright?" he asks, his voice a little too flinty to show concern.
I wipe my mouth and nod. “I guess lunch didn’t want to stay down.”
He nods once, and keeps looking at me, as if he’s trying to figure me out. Tattoos cover his biceps like armor, and my nerves are jangling. This guy’s dangerous.
“Where you from?”
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Her eyes get wide when I ask that question. Chica knows the score. That’s okay. I know what she sees, looking at me. I’m used to it.
That ain’t it, though. I’ve heard people use the word green when they talk about throwing up, but never seen it before. She’s still breathing hard, too.
A scared animal will quiet down if you lower your voice, so I sit back and lower mine. Calmate, mujer.
“No, really. Where you from?”
I'm confused. *pout*
My Muse is a duplicitous little shit, I swear. First he tells me he's not interested in getting me writing, and then he does this.
Vato
I look up to see a man kneeling right next to me. He’s staring fixedly at me, either puzzled or threatening.
"You alright?" he asks, his voice a little too flinty to show concern.
I wipe my mouth and nod. “I guess lunch didn’t want to stay down.”
He nods once, and keeps looking at me, as if he’s trying to figure me out. Tattoos cover his biceps like armor, and my nerves are jangling. This guy’s dangerous.
“Where you from?”
-----------------------------
Her eyes get wide when I ask that question. Chica knows the score. That’s okay. I know what she sees, looking at me. I’m used to it.
That ain’t it, though. I’ve heard people use the word green when they talk about throwing up, but never seen it before. She’s still breathing hard, too.
A scared animal will quiet down if you lower your voice, so I sit back and lower mine. Calmate, mujer.
“No, really. Where you from?”
I'm confused. *pout*
