《 Alvaro 》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Armando<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Sayd</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>The little house was quiet and dark aside from the candles that lit the shrine that encompassed the entirety of one wall. It was a collection of religious iconography, cartel and Rosales family keepsakes, and the trapping of the Brujeria he'd picked up as a child. Together they formed a dark intimidating reflection of his soul and the principles that had formed and skewed it through the years. From his little bed that jutted out into the center of the one room that made up his house, he could lie down and view the whole of it. It was a comfort to him, guidance when things weren't clear, and a foundation for the stability that might otherwise not be there.<br/><br/>The sharp knock brought him out of his reverie and his first thoughts were that it was likely young Hale. Senor Hale would have waited until morning but his brow lifted lightly to see Armando there. His eyes quickly fell to the guns and that made things make sense. Smart man. One of the smarter decisions he'd made in the last twenty-four hours. Alvaro's head and gaze turned to watch Armando walk into his home.<br/><br/>He listened as Armando spoke his piece, the slight curve of his lips lifting higher with each passing sentiment from Hale's right hand.<br/>"Armando." he said with short bright congeniality, continuing the well-received gesture of Spanish. "While I enjoy credit as much as the next man, you honor me with too much and young Hale with too little."  he closed the door and leaned back against it, and held a hand out for the firearms. "It was his concern that something untimely had happened to you and the men. It was his request that I come aid in the unfortunate circumstance that you'd befallen the ill will of retaliation. It was his desire to be well armed and his choice of weapons."<br/><br/>He set the weapons aside and approached Armando, placing a light hand on the taller man's chest with a light pat. "My responsibility, with Senor Hale's blessing, was to keep watch and assist if anything went awry. Like say, if anyone struck young Hale." he chuckled. "You. Are. So. Lucky. My friend." he patted Armando's chest with each word.<br/><br/>"I almost shot you!" he laughed. "We are just both so lucky that young Ray had the foresight and quickness to signal me right after you laid hands on him." his smile chilled. "I was going to drop you. So..."<br/><br/>He backed up a pace, straightened Armando's shirt, and looked up with a smile that warmed again. "How about we not fight over the boy, eh? He's not the first prince I've raised and he appreciates the things I teach him. I'm sure he loves you, too, but instead of telling me to back off, maybe you should foster more love between you two. It's a good way. There's room and need for both of us. Like, you can be the mom and I'll be the dad! I'll teach him how to hunt and sense the many multiples of threats his position may face, and you can teach him about heart, soul, and sensitive things. Good leaders have both and good parents don't make kids choose. That never ends well, does it?"