Vasquez feels the prickle of his skin raising to goosebumps from the touch, dragging his palm down the side of his pants as he eases it back to force himself back to normal, finding his own things and buckling in the gun belt as he ties the lasso to it, handing Faraday his cards and flask, all the possessions he's been watching going back to him. The thrill of actually leaving is keeping his mood light, now, ignoring all the potentially disastrous things that could (and will) probably happen.
"You know I don't kill people who don't deserve it," he promises, crossing his heart and kissing his fingers with a smirking promise, settling his hat on his head. They still haven't picked where to go, but they're going. "If you annoy me too much, it won't be the guns," he says, patting the lasso with a serious look on his face, because it's as much of a promise as he'll give.
"Guero, you're making me waste daylight," he complains, as if they haven't had to change paths so they could get him back to standing. The spark of mischief is in his eyes and the curve of his lips as he buttons his vest up the whole way. "Come on. Go get the food and I will get the ammo. If you're late, then I get to decide where we go. Mexico," he says cheerfully.
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Date: 2017-09-20 11:08 pm (UTC)"You know I don't kill people who don't deserve it," he promises, crossing his heart and kissing his fingers with a smirking promise, settling his hat on his head. They still haven't picked where to go, but they're going. "If you annoy me too much, it won't be the guns," he says, patting the lasso with a serious look on his face, because it's as much of a promise as he'll give.
"Guero, you're making me waste daylight," he complains, as if they haven't had to change paths so they could get him back to standing. The spark of mischief is in his eyes and the curve of his lips as he buttons his vest up the whole way. "Come on. Go get the food and I will get the ammo. If you're late, then I get to decide where we go. Mexico," he says cheerfully.