Luis Rosario

Harvey Guillen & he/him cis-male ‷ watch out , Luis Rosário has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 31 and celebrate their birthday on the 5th of April. they are from Los Angeles, California, USA, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as an immigration lawyer. one thing you should know about them is Luis always carries a planner around written down to the hour what his plans are.‷ ( Nico, they/them, 28, GMT+1 )

(biography and wc’s below)

A brow curves at the male in front of her, obviously not really startled by her threat. Then again, he had his own pizza already .. so she had nothing to worry about. “Nevermind me, you’re in luck - ” She starts off, lifting her chin a bit in curiosity. She was always nosey when it came to people’s food choices. “ What you got there ? ”

Luis chuckled. “Okay good, I don’t want to experience how it would be to get cut by a pizza cutter.” He looked back at his pizza, a grin on his face. “Pineapple and ham,” he said to see what kind of reaction he would get. Then he chuckled again. “Actually it’s peperoni. Plain old peperoni. You?”

barbie had never even had a fish as a pet, much less GOATS. granted, they weren’t really his pets, but he did seem to see them as such. barbie didn’t hate animals, she’d just never felt a closeness to one in the way luis felt for the goats he was currently naming off. “oh, wow,” she nods. she’s hoping he’s not expecting her to remember these names. “and how long have you been, i guess, taking care of them?”

Luis grinned proudly at the ‘wow’ though he knew it was an odd reaction, after all: not even he knew how to see if a goat was healthy, he only enjoyed it when they licked his hands to get more food. “Almost since I got here, so a few years back. I like to take walks and I found it pretty much by chance. It had a sign that it was looking for donations, so I set up a meeting to see how I could help. I don’t have time to do a whole lot of volunteer work, but every year I take a look at the books to see what they can do to break even the next year,” he explained.

“That’s still honorable, though, you know?” Zef complimented, tilting his head with a smile. That’s a whole lot of work that so many people just aren’t willing to do, or they can’t do for whatever reason.” He was pretty familiar with the process, having heard about it from his immigrant grandparents themselves, plus his dad’s account because it had taken so long for the grandparents’ process to get finished. That, and Zef’s sister was his best friend, and an immigration lawyer herself, so he’d been on the receiving end of a lot of rants. “Mn. I think a lot of people become lawyers because their parents expect them to or whatever, so it’s nice to see the ones who actually wanted to do it of their own volition.” He took another long drink from his smoothie and twisted the straw around to mix it up a bit again. “Broadcast meteorologist. So I do the research and the math and the figures to create the weather forecast; and then I go on TV and tell everybody about it. Not every weather presenter actually knows or is trained in meteorology. So there’s this prevailing idea that I’m just on TV because I’m pretty and not because I’m, you know, a trained scientist and engineer. The TV part only came secondary to me; I actually hate cameras being pointed towards me.” And Zef chuckled, because he knew it was difficult to tell from his camera presence and confidence and charisma; but it mostly had to do with his ADHD and the sensation of a giant eye on him. “I have my secrets though,” he divulged, wriggling his eyebrows up and down.

Luis blushed and nodded. He would never call himself heroic, but he didn’t mind anyone else saying it. Even if it felt anything but, watching people risk their own skins to make the crossing into distant lands, lands they had often only heard of, that was heroic. He just wanted to make sure they didn’t have to worry anymore. “Or because of the money,” he said. “Though, not my branch, but criminal justice can bring in a lot.” Depending on who you represented and how good you were. It was more a sport than an actual job. Luis nodded, impressed. “That’s interesting. Do you still hate it, or can you turn it off and pretend everyone is in their underwear?” Or perhaps, like Luis had managed for years, he became a different person when out there. No longer a full person, but his best qualities, a spirit that had only one goal: to ensure his client could rejoice.

“oh my, you didn’t have to.” allegra says softly, smiling over at her friend once he handed her the pumpkin latte. he was one of the kindest people she knew, and this gesture was much appreciated. “no, it’s okay – soy milk is fine. it’s like you read my mind for a moment, i have been craving this since this morning.” she admits, taking a sip. “how’s your day going so far?” 

Luis beamed at the mention that she had been craving the drink since this morning. “Ah, maybe I have read your mind, unintentionally of course,” he said with a grin, taking a seat opposite of her. “It’s probably the season, once it starts to get colder, my mind just reminds me of pumpkins and halloween and some nice latte,” he noted. “Oh, good, I’ve made a run through of next week so I don’t miss anything, and did some groceries for a burrito meal prep. You?”

“ exactly – if you’re gonna try and force vegetables down my throat at least make them easy to swallow . i might be a salad dodger but i’m not an idiot , “ or a child , he’d argue , although his disdain towards such vegetables was like that of a five year old . his health had significantly improved since he had started dating juniper but he was still a long way behind . his organs were likely screaming out for some sort of vitamin that wasn’t bright blue or fortified in his highly sugared breakfast cereal . at least he was making improvements , although he was by no means perfect .

“ either way , you want me out of the kitchen ; regardless of appearance i make a mess of every meal i attempt to make . you handle that part and i’ll name the things , “ his signature dish would force any italians to grab the torches and pitchforks and rally outside their shared home . ‘ pizza toast ‘ was an abomination to the traditional cuisine – but it did taste good , in his defense .  the basket of churros was delivered and , despite the batter being hot enough to scald his fingertips , he reached for a sugared cylinder and sunk his teeth into the dough , instantly regretting it as his tongue reacted to the burning sensation .

Luis laughed. He wasn’t a salad dodger himself, he ate healthy enough to give most people a heart attack when they compared his weight with his diet. Sure, there was a cheeseburger at times, and he loved fatty taco’s, but he in no means overindulged, he was just built a little bigger. “Veggies need to be cut small, and then cooked together with some good meat, so it can all summer in the flavour,” he said, his mouth watering. 

“Okay, and you’ll have to deal with the customers, let me have my peace making things, and we’ll be good,” he said laughing. “I also wanted karaoke night every wednesday, and maybe a game night too, you know, just to shake things up.” Luis thanked the server, and watched the churros to determine whether they were safe to eat. Jaden clearly was hungry, burning mouth and fingers as he munched down the first. Luis laughed. “I think you should wait for them to cool.”

// OPEN // anywhere

It was probably too late to be sitting on the steps in the middle of nowhere. Well, she wasn’t completely alone - she had an entire pizza to herself. Why she didn’t stay inside to eat ? Maybe she liked the empty streets, only filled with a few specks of light going down the road. She enjoyed this what she’d call downtime. That was unless she heard a noise - not like she was scared, she just didn’t want some fucking teenagers to steal her pizza. “ I stole a pizza roller and I’m not afraid to use it. ”

Luis raised both his eyebrows at the very obvious threat, confused why it was made, and even more confused that out of all the things, a pizza roller was someone’s choice of weapon. He couldn’t imagine it scaring off a whole lot of people. “I am confused on multiple accounts,” he stated, holding a slice of pizza in his hand perfectly positioned on a scrap of carton.

THE NAME OF LUIS’ FRIEND causes elijah to raise an eyebrow but he doesn’t think too much of it and doesn’t make an effort to ask about which jaden he’s referring to – hoping that it isn’t the one he’s not fond of and the one that seems to always be connected to someone elijah knows. “we should run into her and elle in a bit, i think they left to meet up with one of my brothers but i’m not sure. iris’ dressed up as dorothy gale and she looks so adorable.” he lovingly comments. 

Luis smiled, slightly excited to see Iris again because she always managed to bring a smile to his face, and also pull out some version of himself that he rarely was yet adored when he could be. “Which version did she go for? Old Dorothy from the black and white version or the one from the latest revival?” He asked.

“My brain definitely isn’t wired to comprehend all of that kind of stuff, that’s for sure,” Zef quipped, laughing and shaking his head. “At least you want to do it, though, right? And as someone close enough to the process myself, I gotta say it’s extremely honorable of you. And not a lot of people willing to lock themselves into paperwork jobs. I don’t think I would mind it a lot, doing paperwork, since my own job involves a hell of a lot of spreadsheets. But I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to be, like, a trial lawyer, because I wouldn’t be able to argue without crying.” A dark chuckle; he had many opinions on the establishment himself, having grown up in the shadow of a particular one. “Yeah, I try to be polite most of the time about my own opinions on the military, specifically the establishment itself that forced my parents to move frequently just so they could earn peanuts and raise us in cheap housing riddled with asbestos and mold.” Green eyes rolled dramatically; Zef was already saying too much. “Nah, anyway, I just got curious, you know? I don’t get a whole ton of questions about my own job, other than why I got into it, you know?”

Luis nodded. “Absolutely, I mean, I used to actually show up in the courtrooms, I was there with the clients, defending their rights to ask for asylum, their rights for safety, nowadays I just do the paperwork,” he admitted. “Which is also vital, of course. I never downplay how helpful it was that I had colleagues who did so much research for me about the laws in other countries, trying to get into contact with our client’s family… it feels like a lot of paperwork, but there is a lot of human contact involved too, especially when you have to prove that your client is better off in the USA than they are at home.” And Luis could remember a lot of those cases, where he would lay awake hoping the jury would see it too, because he couldn’t imagine what would happen if his client was sent back. He smiled. “I am sure it isn’t as bad as you say it is, it’s hard, but you have a clear goal of what you want to accomplish.” Luis nodded along, about the military he had an even worse opinion, though not from personal experience, which was why he kept his mouth shut on the matter. “I rarely get asked too, but I think because people already know that my job isn’t cut and dry and easy to do for just anyone. It’s frustrating and stressful and takes up a lot of time, but it is also extremely rewarding when we actually manage to get someone a visa or full asylum.” He smiled. “I would ask you about your job, but what did you do again?” He had been so caught up in talking about his own occupation.

barbie nods in hopes of hiding the confusion that’s clearly written on her face. “okay, jaden with the human child, luis with the goat children. i think i’m following…” until she gives the pictures another look. “wait, are these your goats? or just some random goats at the petting zoo?”

Luis laughed, shaking his head a little. “Uhm, they’re petting zoo goats, but I do donate money to the organisation that takes care of them, so in a sense, they’re all my children,” Luis said, with a joking air, though he was very honest about having donated money. His mother used to make him volunteer at an animal sanctuary during the summer vacation, and while he didn’t have time for that now, he still wanted to help in some way. “This is Juan, Estevano, Juliana,” he said, as he pointed at the different goats.

“ oh , thank god – a guy on my side for once . aren’t carrots the worst ?? i’m being forced against my will to consume vegetables so i don’t succumb to scurvy . “ it was probably best for luis to continue the narrative that he too was a salad dodger in solidarity of his friend ; since moving in with juniper jaden had consumed more vegetables than he had in his entire life . “ at least go for a tomato soup , or a chicken . anything is better than that , “ but the best outcome would be for no chunks of anything to be picked out beneath the spacebar of a macbook . 

the idea of creating their own little business sounded amazing , if severely unrealistic . jaden was relying on his friend to buy him a coffee of all things – where would they ever find the funds to create an establishment that rivalled the crashdown ?? the thing was as old as the alien rumours , as fundamental to roswell as crop circles or little green men ; they didn’t sound a chance , regardless of how good the food tasted . “ i’ll write that on my five year plan , “ the other joked although , together , they’d be quite a force to be reckoned with , “ beats working on computers for a living . you’re the cook , i’m the brains .. y’know , like that ratatouille movie , “ 

Luis nodded gravely at Jaden, then laughed. “Carrots are the worst, I don’t mind any other vegetable as much as I hate carrots,” he said. He always loved it when his mom tried to avoid carrots by trying out other types of vegetables. Often times he would manage to convince her to use sweet potatoe instead, despite how different the taste was, but he always told her: that’s the point. “Some nice creamy tomato soup,” Luis said, biting his lips together. Sure he had churros right now, but tomato soup always made him warm and happy during colder nights. 

Luis laughed too. “Sounds doable,” he said, knowing full well that he would never give up his job, and he was certain he couldn’t do both. He would just continue to make food for his neighbors instead. “Oooh, I like that! I always thought it would’ve been more believable if the cook was a more chubby person,” he said laughing. “But instead of French, we’ll cook Mexican, alright? Have you ever had my tacos?” 

“kids  are  drawn  to  anything  with  bright  colours,”  she  waves  the  glowsticks  for  emphasis  with  a  little  laugh,  “like  moths.  i  would  have  loved  things  like  this  too,  candy  isn’t  forever…  but  goosebumps  and  totebags  are.”  she  fiddles  with  the  glowsticks,  making  a  chain  belt  of  neon  fluorescent  colours.  “hm,  yes  —  xiao,  lilac  xiao  is  my  full  name.  you  might  have  heard  of  my  father  if  you  practiced  law  in  L.A.,”  she  says  with  a  slightly  sour  tone.  “but  he’s  boring,  and  i’m  not  looking  to  harsh  my  ever  growing  buzz  talking  about  that  walking  waste,”  lilac  checks  her  phone  as  it  buzzes  on  her  hip.  “hey,  hate  to  cut  this  short  but  i’m  on  the  v.i.p.  list  for  area51  tonight  and  i’m  craving  a  cocktail.  take  as  much  as  you  want,  and  here,”  she  pulls  out  her  business  card  -  it  has  her  american  contact  details  on  it,  and  her  social  media,  “if  you  think  of  anyone  who  could  use  this  stuff,  especially  with  the  holidays  coming  around,  jump  into  my  dms  and  let  me  know.  don’t  bother  with  the  email,  i’m  taking  a  hiatus  from  modelling  at  the  moment  and  thats  just  the  business  line.  you’ll  get  an  automated  response.”  after  luis  has  taken  what  he  likes,  she  closes  up  and  locks  the  car.  “i  hope  to  see  you  out  dancing,  princess  or  prince  vampire,”  lilac  calls  cheerily  as  the  uber  pulls  up  and  she  hops  in,  blowing  him  a  gleeful  and  slightly  intoxicated-cheery  blood-red  kiss  before  taking  off.

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“So what exactly was it that got you into immigration law, specifically?” Zef queried after a long drink of his smoothie, tilting his head. “Was it existing knowledge and proximity to the process already? That was my sister’s reason, since we’re second-gen. I only ask because I wonder why people get into specific sub-fields of law practice. Shit like…patent law seems so boring. And my future brother-in-law is in criminal defense, which is just… I don’t know, like, I know there’s innocent people railed by the system who need defending. Pero like, I can’t get past defending somebody who you know did all these terrible things and there’s irrefutable evidence.” He took another drink of his smoothie, letting the thoughts marinate. “I definitely won’t claim to know much about law and stuff, though. The closest I’ve been was jury duty, and I got dismissed in the first round. My sister said it was either me having direct contact with the media—as if me being the weatherman on a news station means I’ll have an opinion or bias—and/or the defense was scared of my critical thinking skills because of my engineering and math background.”

Luis took a sip from his smoothy as well. “Not really. I mean, I am second gen as well, my mom and dad both are from Mexico, and both have Mestizo blood, my mom was always very proud of her own culture and traditions. I always wanted to do law, though, and I recognised something in people who tried to get into the USA from other countries, a recognition that that could’ve been me. Also according to my mother, I have an intense need to help other people.” He smiled back at Zef, shaking his head for a moment. “Maybe a combination, honestly, sometimes juries getting dismissed feels more like a battle between lawyers than what is good for the system. But I don’t enjoy sharing my opinion about our justice system,” he admitted.

“don’t know.” he replies with a twist of his nose. “i just never really got into the whole dressin’ up thing, y’know? even when i was younger. so didn’t see the point in doin’ it this year.” maybe it was due to the fact his childhood was stolen away from him and he wanted to make sure the same wouldn’t happen to his brothers. holidays like that didn’t have the appeal to him. “that is probably what she’ll think. either way, she’ll think you’re cool. you’’ll definitely get the stamp of approval from iris.”

“Ah, well, you’re not alone, I am certain there are a lot of people - even without kids - who would rather participate as themselves than dress up as someone else. I wasn’t planning on going in the first place,” he admitted. “But Jayden forced me,” he laughed. “See, that’s the only reason I dress up,” he added chuckling. “Just to get Iris’ approval!”

Luis smiled at Allegra with a delight that he only reserved for those who helped other people, the kindness that he thought they needed to receive, because it was the best type of help. He handed her the pumpkin spice latte with a wink. “I got it with soy milk just in case, it’s for free, you deserve it,” he added, his voice determined to ensure that she would drink it. “Unless if you’re allergic to soy milk, in which case we’ll trade cups since mine is with cow milk.”

perhaps it was best that luis didn’t disclose such information to jaden , a man who had worked around computers his entire life and – at this point , at least – had no intention of changing that . the very idea that a machine was on its last legs would send him into overdrive . “ i don’t even wanna know , “ he responded , “ but please , for the love of god , if i can ask you to do one thing to look after that thing it’s don’t eat hot soup over your keyboard . the amount of times laptops have come in with the client insisting its fine and it just broke on its own .. i don’t think they realise i can see all the pieces of chopped carrot when i start taking the machine apart . “ 

humour was to jaden’s detriment . it was often the case that he’d make a joke that wouldn’t land , or he’d struggle to take things seriously when he absolutely shouldn’t have been laughing . times like these , though , made all of those awkward occurrences worth it . “ there are the puns and all , but then they could explore all the food that sci-fi movies come up with – where’s the blue bantha milk , portal cake and pan-galactic gargle blasters ?? “ to luis he might as well have been speaking another language , “ i wonder what benefits you get for working at the crashdown ; i’m tempted . “ 

Luis laughed. “I won’t, don’t worry,” he said. “Also I would never eat soup with chopped carrots, I don’t like carrots,” he added with a grin on his face, certainly not being serious, but now that he knew the subject was something important to Jaden, he couldn’t help but make a joke about it. 

Shaking his head with a huge smirk, Luis imagined Jaden working at the Crashdown, it would be funny, because he figured it wouldn’t take long before Jaden got the menu changed in some way. “I’d love some Blue Bantha Milk… maybe this is what we’re meant to do: set up our own cafe and sell actual terrestrial dishes,” he suggested. “I am an amazing cook if you ever ask my mom, and you are decent at coming up with names.” His challenging smile was still on his face.