Vasquez tips his head casually to the side, letting it hang there as he watches Faraday stretching, his line of sight giving him a look at the line of his hip and the gun belt slung over it. It's distracting in all the worst ways and he gives himself a mental slap on the wrist for letting himself be so shallow, but can he help it? It's a pretty thing. Smirking to himself for the brazen mistake, he snorts at Faraday's reply. "Or," he says, amused, "you could do something surprising and actually learn Spanish. It would make you a far more attractive person," Vasquez deadpans.
He bends to collect the last of his things, feeling strangely sad that he's going to be seeing the last of this room, all at the same time as wishing he could burn it down with a match so they never have to see it again. It's been a home, of sorts, not because of the place, but because it's where he and Faraday have been able to build on something that just might end up being an actual genuine friendship.
"Then if you don't want to end up surrounded by Mexicans, then you shouldn't stray, guero. Don't forget to pick up some of the biscuits I like so much," he reminds him. "And the jerky. Some of the, how you say it, the taffy too. Yes?" He gives Faraday an expectant look, that the man should know how vastly his appetite stretches.
With one last squeeze to Faraday's shoulder, Vasquez is ready to let his eager heart get the best of him, thinking of the road ahead.
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He bends to collect the last of his things, feeling strangely sad that he's going to be seeing the last of this room, all at the same time as wishing he could burn it down with a match so they never have to see it again. It's been a home, of sorts, not because of the place, but because it's where he and Faraday have been able to build on something that just might end up being an actual genuine friendship.
"Then if you don't want to end up surrounded by Mexicans, then you shouldn't stray, guero. Don't forget to pick up some of the biscuits I like so much," he reminds him. "And the jerky. Some of the, how you say it, the taffy too. Yes?" He gives Faraday an expectant look, that the man should know how vastly his appetite stretches.
With one last squeeze to Faraday's shoulder, Vasquez is ready to let his eager heart get the best of him, thinking of the road ahead.