01 ♥ Video

[matadorable]

[It's hard to type with little stone fingers, so he's trying to use the voice function for the first time.

Too bad he accidentally activates the video option instead. And also makes this public. Oops.

The communicator shakes, and though the image isn't entirely clear, anyone watching can see couple of dark sockets with glowing pupils and what appears to be a skull with ornate carvings and distinctive hair. Sunlight spills through what seem to be leaves in the background, and it's obvious the person on the screen is crouched down somewhere, trying to hide. He's not looking directly into the camera.]

Hey. Joaquin. It's me, Manolo. So, uhhh...[How do you even put this.]

Funny story! You know how I said my powers were music-based? That's actually half of what I can do. I can also do something else. I think it keeps me from dying, which as far as powers go? Not a bad one, if I do say so myself! [Because he's already dead in this form, but like hell he's going to say that, hah hah hahhh.....

Maybe if he sounds upbeat enough he can bullshit his way through this.]

The only downside is that people shouldn't see me. Don't ask why, it's just...a power thing, you know? So maybe you could come down here with, like, a...sheet? Just toss it in my general direction, and we'll be good to go. Everyone will think I am dressed as a ghost. Perfect disguise, yes?

[He is grinning really hard and hoping all this optimism and false confidence will be enough. But then he notices something and now he's looking at the communicator like it just ran him through with a sword.]

Oh no...

[Oh yes. And now everyone can see exactly what this power actually is. Good job, Manny!]

Comments

[medalsome]

... Makes sense. [Manolo really was a musician at heart. How did anyone ever think he should be anything else?

Well thank god it wasn't the same for Joaquin. He'd be exploding from changes every other day with how worked up he was getting lately.]

I just wish... [He runs fingers through his hair and grits his teeth.] Why is everything so... vague!

[matadorable]

The Porter must have a really cruel sense of humor. I keep reminding myself things could be worse, but...I know that isn't much consolation.

[medalsome]

Tell me about it....

[Feeling defeated, Joaquin threw his arms up for a moment then slumped down on their couch. There wasn't anything he could do, was there?]

Just... take off the blanket, Manolo. Do whatever you want.

[matadorable]

[Joaquin's stricken expression from earlier is still fresh in Manolo's mind. As he adjusts the blanket to where it's more like a hood than something you toss over an ugly piece of furniture, he carefully keeps his back toward his friend.]

I'll just...go to my room for awhile.

[medalsome]

Do whatever you want. It's your house.

[Joaquin probably needed to be the one to leave. Go on a walk or something. He was getting so tired of all this.]

[matadorable]

[He opens his mouth to say something, but in the end Manolo just trudges off to his room without another word. At this point, there's nothing he can say to make this better, so it's probably best to give Joaquin some space.

It's not like he needs to eat or drink in this form, so he can easily hole himself away until he gets this sorted out.]