#ch:armando

armando grazes over his beard with his hand as he stares at his reflection in his phone, contemplating whether or not it's time to shave. he catches ariel come into the room from the corner of his eye and responds casually to her presence, feeling unashamed of being caught gawking at himself. "hey," he greets, resting his phone down on the table before him, "do you think that i look too much like dad with this beard?" he's had a beard for the majority of his adult life, in fact he almost feels like it’s an identity all in its own, but with age he’s starting to worry that it’s making him resemble their father. "i've been thinking about shaving it.”