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♪ Starter Call ♫

“Weeeell, I guess you could say that, pero who’s really counting the acuñar, eh?”

Héctor had a track record. Although known as one of the only esqueletos that always wore a smile while walking the docks of Shantytown, he was infamous for his trouble-stirring actions. And though the phantom heart within his ribcage was meant to give good intention, the method to his madness was less than organized. Bony phalanges pushed a few of the coins within his marrowed palm, amber gaze lingering over the clearly short amount. Hopefully, he pushed the coins around before he clutched them within his palm, other hand resting on the rise of bony hip, skull tipped upward with confidence.