"I'm not sure." She simply trusted the file given to her about magical powers would keep Manolo safe. It's all she could do really; there was only a split second to decide.
"You don't need to thank me," she tells him, leaning in close to brush her nose against Manolo's cheek. "You need to watch where you're going! Manolo, you almost got hit!"
"...I know," he says, genuinely apologetic. "I'm so sorry, Maria." Even after all these months, he's still not quite used to all the traffic and vehicles. And when he's lost in his own little world, he forgets that there are routinely things that can run him over in a matter of seconds. In the end, though, he knows those are just excuses for his carelessness, and not good reasons for almost getting hit by a big truck.
He can feel her breath against his neck, and he shivers. When Manolo looks into her large brown eyes, he can't help himself. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulls her in for a firm kiss on the lips.
That is the last thing she expected. Well, maybe not the last thing, but she's practically swept off her feet all the same, hands pressed to Manolo's strong chest to keep her balance.
Manolo lingers against her warm mouth for a moment that stretches into eternity. He savors the weight of her hands against his chest, the scent of her hair (even with the fumes from earlier, it's heaven to him), etching this moment into his memory the best he can.
When he finally pulls back, his heart hurts at the thought of separating again, prompting him to wrap his arms around her in a tight embrace.
He buries his face against her neck, his throat closing as he slowly starts to realize that this is real. She's here. "It's been five months," he chokes. "I was afraid I'd never see you again."
"It's...hard to explain." He's barely able to wrap his mind around it even when he's not all emotional. "Chakal, the bell. Those are the last things I remember before waking up here...five months ago."
He swallows hard and flounders for what to say about his death. As far as he's concerned, he is dead, and this is all just a detour before he finds himself back in the Land of the Remembered all over again. But how can he bring himself to say that? Oh god, he'll have to tell her about his powers. He doesn't want Maria to look at him the same way Joaquin had.
There's so much she wants to say, so much to ask. She lifts his head up with her hands and looks into his eyes. But there's someone behind him pointing their way to a few men in uniform.
"We should... talk about this later, come on." Grabbing him by the collar, she starts walking quicker like she knows where she's going. Chuy is out in front keeping people out of their way with a few annoyed bleets.
Maria's gaze warms his chest, and for a moment he's content to just look into her eyes. But then she's pulling him along with a clear purpose, earning a small noise of surprise from Manolo. He doesn't question question it, although he can't help but perk up a bit when he hears the familiar goat-like noise that isn't from a goat at all.
"No way, Chuy's here too?" he whispers, delighted as much as he is surprised.
"Of course." Chuy is always with Maria, like a good boy. As fussy as he is, Maria can't help the affectionate smile that graces her dark face watching him lead them somewhere more private.
"We need to find somewhere to lay low..." And while she may have the idea, Manolo is the one who has the experience in this world, not her.
"We can go back to my place," he suggests, but he immediately wonders if maybe that's a little too obvious. "Or find a bus that will take us out of town? I wonder if they'd let Chuy on board if we bought him a ticket..."
A ludicrous thought to most people, perhaps, but Manolo is being completely serious.
His suggestion makes her laugh lightly. If they were back in San Angel that wouldn't be a ludicrous idea at all. Travelling with poultry and animals is nothing strange. But this is an urban city. Perhaps some citizens would be offended.
"Is your place... close?" Is that too presumptuous?
"Yes! I know the way there by heart." He reaches for her hand with a loving smile, but his white-knuckled grip betrays the tension in his body. Elation and anxiety coil in the pit of his stomach, sending his heart on a high-speed horse chase and his stomach into backflips. Maria is here...
"Wow," he says with a giddy laugh, "I can't wait to introduce you to my roommates." Then, with wide eyes, he rubs the side of his head. "And Joaquin! Wait 'til you see the look on his face! He's gonna be so surprised!"
"Yes!" He can scarcely believe it himself. "We arrived the same day, actually. All those months ago..." A lot has happened since then, and the smile fades from his face for just a moment. But then he focuses on the warm fingers interlocked with his own, which helps keep him grounded in the present.
"You're gonna love so many things about this place," Manolo told her. "The shops, the foods, the automobiles. Everyday I have been here...I thought of you, Maria."
He smiles against her mouth before resting his forehead against hers. "I just...there's so much I want to show you," he murmurs. And he didn't think he'd ever get the chance, he almost adds, but there's no reason to spoil the moment by dragging sad things back to the surface again.
He blinks back the moisture collecting in his eyes. Manolo's cheeks haven't hurt from smiling this much in a long time.
"Come on, it's not far," he assures her. With that, he begins leading the way. After a pleasant walk of talking and laughing that somehow passes by both fast and slow all at once, they arrive on the doorstep of Heropa 015.
"Everyone might be at work," he confesses as he unlocks the door. He's more or less the only unemployed bum in the house, but that's not a very romantic thing to say, so he keeps that to himself too. "If that's the case, we can always go somewhere else. This just, you know...seemed like the best place to go first..."
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"You don't need to thank me," she tells him, leaning in close to brush her nose against Manolo's cheek. "You need to watch where you're going! Manolo, you almost got hit!"
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He can feel her breath against his neck, and he shivers. When Manolo looks into her large brown eyes, he can't help himself. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulls her in for a firm kiss on the lips.
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When he finally pulls back, his heart hurts at the thought of separating again, prompting him to wrap his arms around her in a tight embrace.
He buries his face against her neck, his throat closing as he slowly starts to realize that this is real. She's here. "It's been five months," he chokes. "I was afraid I'd never see you again."
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Maria catches the back of his neck, keeping him close, fingers curling in his dark hair. "I thought you were dead. Chakal—!"
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He swallows hard and flounders for what to say about his death. As far as he's concerned, he is dead, and this is all just a detour before he finds himself back in the Land of the Remembered all over again. But how can he bring himself to say that? Oh god, he'll have to tell her about his powers. He doesn't want Maria to look at him the same way Joaquin had.
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"We should... talk about this later, come on." Grabbing him by the collar, she starts walking quicker like she knows where she's going. Chuy is out in front keeping people out of their way with a few annoyed bleets.
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"No way, Chuy's here too?" he whispers, delighted as much as he is surprised.
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"We need to find somewhere to lay low..." And while she may have the idea, Manolo is the one who has the experience in this world, not her.
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A ludicrous thought to most people, perhaps, but Manolo is being completely serious.
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"Is your place... close?" Is that too presumptuous?
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"Wow," he says with a giddy laugh, "I can't wait to introduce you to my roommates." Then, with wide eyes, he rubs the side of his head. "And Joaquin! Wait 'til you see the look on his face! He's gonna be so surprised!"
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"Joaquin is here too?" This all seems too good to be true now. it's with light-headed relief that those she loves will be here with her.
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"You're gonna love so many things about this place," Manolo told her. "The shops, the foods, the automobiles. Everyday I have been here...I thought of you, Maria."
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"If you keep talking like that, we are never going to reach your house."
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He blinks back the moisture collecting in his eyes. Manolo's cheeks haven't hurt from smiling this much in a long time.
"Come on, it's not far," he assures her. With that, he begins leading the way. After a pleasant walk of talking and laughing that somehow passes by both fast and slow all at once, they arrive on the doorstep of Heropa 015.
"Everyone might be at work," he confesses as he unlocks the door. He's more or less the only unemployed bum in the house, but that's not a very romantic thing to say, so he keeps that to himself too. "If that's the case, we can always go somewhere else. This just, you know...seemed like the best place to go first..."