#quealegria

|| Initiated Neural Handshake ||

"What was that?”

Héctor yanked his helmet off with a quick tug, hair splaying in a mess. Huffing, he blew strands from his vision before he reached up to disconnect his spinal casing from the pilot hold. “They told us to fall back y you decide to push us forward? We almost dropped connection, you tonto!” His tone, though seemingly angry, held more worry than anything else. Anyone who didn’t know the pilot would think him to be seething, but he knew that Ernesto knew better than that. With a defeated sigh, he let his shoulders relax and shook his head.

“ Don’t tease me. ” 

Héctor couldn’t tear his eyes away, not yet. It wasn’t often he was able to catch eye of Imelda, the two of them were different as night and day in the aspects of class. Her familia was wealthy in all aspects, how could a poor orphan compare? Fingers gripped the strap of his guitar, giving off a long sigh. He’d be eighteen soon enough. Then he could show everyone just what he could do.

imagine if what miguel found was smth like this. what a nightmare

miguel: mama imelda what’s th-

imelda and ernesto: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

this face is a moneymaker, imelda. be careful with it.

four stages of grief