#also teenager bruno HAS to be a kinda moody lil shit

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Do you think you could do past!Agustin/Bruno? Just a one night thing as teenagers maybe. Not 'experimenting' but just a that's as far as it went, one night, bi!Agustin type of thing?

You know I genuinely didn't wanna do this one because to me it like. Didn't work. No cap I was gonna delete this. But it REALLY stuck in my head at work, and they actually could mix together well? I actually briefly hinted their relationship in a previous ask;

So I'm actually SUPER excited to elaborate?

(Note, all characters are 18 in this particular work)

They say old habits die hard. And Bruno knew that better than anyone else, given how many he had. If it wasn't the recluse nature, his tendency to hoard rats, it was him falling head first into the lap of ANYONE who would give him a lick of affection. This was all a very long winded way of saying Bruno still bad a massive crush on Félix. He realized it two, maybe three years ago, and he knew it was a problem, but. Well didn't mean he'd be magically cured. Did he pursue anything? No, he could never in a million years do that to his sister (no matter how often she pulled the ruana over his head and made him crash into stuff), or to anyone he cared about.

But. Well, when he heard that Félix was going to be coming over, Bruno might have tried just a bit harder to look presentable.

"Don't you look at me like that, Miranda. I can just look good just to look good, right?"

He glared at his rat companion, who was having her fill of cheese as he finished checking himself out in the mirror. He scoffed at her judgemental look.

"Don't you look at me like I'm some manwhore. I'm not gonna do ANYTHING. Do I want to? Well. Maybe. Kinda. Ugh-have you SEEN him?!"

Bruno looked at the photo he kept on his desk. It was a picture of him, his sisters, Augustín, and Fèlix, all at the flower festival. It was the day that Bruno realized he couldn't truthfully hope for a relationship with him. This picture humbled him. But simultaneously it killed him. He REMEMBERED that day; Fèlix wooing him with music, his hands upon him as he helped him get into his clothes, and even proving he was quite the romantic. Fèlix was a big, charming, and sexy man. Bruno leaned over the counter as he inspected the picture. This picture unfortunately aroused him too. Fèlix looked so happy, dressed to the nines, little bit of chest hair poking out.

And his hands. Oh his hands. They were the hands of a hard working man, hard in labor but soft in heart. He remembered how they felt, occasionally brushing up against his skin. And seeing him without his fucking shirt off, that was an imagine burned into his head, and his loins. Speaking of loins-

"No otra vez..."

Another boner. It wasn't fair, the things this man did to him. There was guilt alongside the arousal, because that was his sister's boyfriend and future husband, but the arousal was still VERY much there. He let his head fall back as he dug his fingers into his hair, gripping tightly in a moment of frustration. He shouldn't do this again, he JUST indulged himself last night. He palmed at the bulge, pretending just for a moment, that it was Félix's hand. He knew if he had him, just ONCE, he'd get over it. Or maybe get worse. But he was supposed to be with Pepa, no one else. He told himself that as his eyes slowly closed, before they suddenly opened as he came to a realization.

He was supposed to marry Pepa. Have children. But what about that gap in between? He stood up quickly, the idea hitting him like a train.

"But what about...in between then? He's not married YET, him and Pepa take 'breaks', whatever those are-its not impossible, right?"

The judgemental eyes of his companions discouraged him from breaking one of his own rules. He sighed, knowing he shouldn't. But he was a young man, stupid and desperate. So, against his better judgement, he decided to look into his own future. He allowed a few friends to join him as he descended down the sandy steps, just a bit from his vision cave. He wanted to do a vision of himself? It had to be worth it, had to be accurate. He took a deep breath just before entering his own hallway. Even though this place was his own home, the statues of himself, imposing eyes- it still freaked him out. As soon as he opened the giant door and shut it on himself, he let himself breathe.

"Let's be quick, we don't have much time."

He knelt down in the middle of the circle. While this room held much contempt in terms of visions and fates, he felt serenity in it. A big, open, dimly lit cave. It soothed his mind. He didn't even need to burn incense. His heart was pounding, not in nerves, but excitement. His mind was as still as glass, his breathing was steady. He took a deep breath, laced his fingers together, and exhaled.

"Déjeme ver."

The sand picked up around him, enveloped him in an embrace. The sand glistened and gleamed in green, pouring into the cracks of the future. Then he opened his eyes. He studied the images before him. His own bedroom. In the dead of night. Someone was there with him. His heart was pounding.

"Almost. Come on, more."

It wasn't just someone in his room. It was someone touching him. Someone with their body looming over his. They were kissing him. Bruno was. Getting kissed. Not by a woman, he could tell.

"Show me him. Come on, please. Please show me the face."

It had to be Félix. Just once. Just one time, let his vision prove fruitful. Let his lips be on his, let those hands roam under his ruana and in his bed. So close, just one more second-

THUD.

He jumped. It was VERY difficult to get him out of his visions when he was into it, but the loud thud of his own door being forced open, was enough for him in this case. The sand faded, leaving only a fragment of the vision. He covered it with his ruana as he turned to look at his sister, Julieta, who was standing there, a bit winded looking from having to push aside the heavy door.

"Bruno-"

"Can't you KNOCK?!"

His voice echoed loudly in the cave, and it made her pause. He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Sorry, sorry. You just, interrupted a really important vision I was having."

She shrugged, holding a small smile in an attempt to apologize.

"You weren't answering your door. But Félix just got here, he wants to see you."

Bruno quickly got up, stuffing the vision fragment into his many pockets. He guided the way back (even parted the falling sand so it wouldn't get in her hair, like a good little Caballero), and immediately rushed outside. Sure enough, there he was, talking to Alma. Bruno double checked his breath, and immediately slid down the stairs. Casita had his back apparently, making him land right into Félix's big, strong arms. Félix grinned down at him as he helped him up to his feet.

"Hey hey, chamaco. Someone's excited about tonight, eh?"

"Uh huh! So much so, I got you a little something. I was gonna save it for tonight, but you don't want THIS ol' thing, right?"

He pulled out a small box from his ruana, clearly exciting Félix.

"Well don't tease me, Brunito! Give it to me~"

He was trying to go for 'smooth', but to Bruno, it came off as sexy as shit, and Bruno mentally begged for him to say it again. He wiped that from his mind, relenting as he gave Félix his gift. Félix appreciated it so much, he wrapped his arm around Bruno as he started to tear through the paper. Oh his arms were so big and strong-he tried not to melt in his hold. Félix inspected the gift, seemingly confused.

"It's...a ring?"

"Yeah. I uh...made it. It's mostly wood, but I also used sand. Sand from uh...the vision. The one that told me you were gonna be my friend."

It sounded good in practice, but seeing it now, Bruno felt almost embarrassed by it. He would've, had Félix not laughed, and given him a little noogie that flooded his chest full of butterflies.

"Knew you were a talented little guy! Little romantic, eh?Que estas tratando de decir querido?~"

He meant those words teasingly, but to Bruno, he meant them, and it made his lips dry. His forehead was practically against his, he could kiss him so goddamn easily-

"I like it! I can tell you worked on it, Brunocito. Hey look, it even fits!"

Bruno was tempted to rest his head on his shoulder, tell him just how long it took him to make and how it was worth it, when another voice chimed in. Not Julieta, not even Alma.

Augustín.

"Hey uh. Don't mean to ruin the moment-Félix, is this all your stuff?"

They all turned to look at him, who seemed to be carrying both his own, and Fèlix's things. Bruno was excited, because he was told he was having a sleepover with Fèlix. No one mentioned Augustín. Now don't get Bruno wrong, he had dealt with worse, especially with Pepa's old boyfriends, but Augustín was different. He was so much like himself, it disgusted Bruno. Nervous, quiet, and observant. His face even had similarities, only...better. His nose was better, he had better facial hair-no wonder Félix hung out with him. Augustín could be seen in public. Augustín had everyone's pity for being so accident prone.

Bruno hated him. It was immature of him, but seeing him in his home made him grip tightly onto Félix, as if he was protecting him. Félix nodded towards his bag (which looked surprisingly light, actually).

"Yeah, that's it- it's just one night with my boys! How much trouble you planning on getting us into, huh?"

Alma cut the mood with her sharp glare.

"Given that it's our home, I should hope none. Especially with-"

"PEPA!!!!!"

Félix cut off Alma the second he saw her coming downstairs. They had been dating for so long, but not once had Félix not been crazy over her. Rainbows popped out of her bright enough to hurt his damn eyes, especially as they held hands.

"Aye-always so loud, act like I can't hear you."

"Oh I know you can hear me. I just like yelling your name SO much. I like the braids, makes you look like a pequeño pony~"

That was so dumb. Bruno didn't get women in the flirting aspect, but even HE knew that shouldn't have worked. But it did. She giggled like hell, even Julieta sighed, and that girl had the patience of a saint.

"Eres tan estúpido~"

Watching him hold the end of her duel braids, and literally make a sound resembling a horse as he leaned in to rub their noses together-Bruno couldn't believe he wanted that exact treatment. They only stopped with a heavy clearing of Alma's throat.

"If you are done MISTING, Pepa, we need to go over the rules here. You will all go to bed at a reasonable time. Boys sleep in Bruno's room, girls sleep in Julieta's. No funny business. Understand?"

Bruno was excited. A whole slumber party with FÉLIX? oh the vision in his pocket was coming true! He clung to Félix's side, nodding eagerly.

"We'll be responsible, Mami! And quiet!"

That was an answer she clearly liked, given her approving nod. She turned to Julieta, not noticing (or caring) about how she stiffened properly.

"I trust you to be responsible, a proper example for your siblings. Understand?"

"Yes, mamá. Rest well."

She nodded, and with that, she turned to leave. Bruno watched as Pepa leaned into Félix's ear, whispering something that made him grin mischievously. Bruno was worried they'd get touchy, but thank God Julieta pulled her away by her hand. Whatever, he was done with girls for tonight. He led the other two men to his room, letting them drop off their stuff in the corner. Augustín whistled as he looked around the room.

"So you just...sleep past this sand curtain?"

"Pretty much. It's for aesthetics mostly. Now, I pretty much only have one bed, but it's kinda big? So me and Fèlix should take it, but we'll set up a spot for you on the floor-"

"When does Alma go to sleep?"

Bruno raised a brow at the sudden question from Félix. Weird. He shrugged.

"She should be asleep by now, actually. She likes to go to bed pretty early to get an early start."

Félix grinned, rubbing his hands together.

"Perfect- Augustín, vamanos!"

Bruno paused, already feeling himself start to frown.

"Where...are we going?"

Félix wrapped an arm around Bruno, patting at his chest.

"The slumber party- it was a lie. We're all going to sneak out with our dates, have a party! Dancing, levantando algunas faldas~"

Bruno should've known better than to get his hopes up. Of course, Félix wanted to spend time with his sister, not him.

"You mean YOU two would."

"Nope! Us three! I got you a date, chamaco! You remember Osma right? Well, you didn't hear this from me, but she thinks you're, how'd she put it...ah yes, 'Lindo, de una manera misteriosa', so your hermano hooked you up!"

Osma? Said that about him? That was new. And while she had pretty hair and dimples, Bruno wasn't interested. He was about to say just that, when Augustín spoke up.

"I don't think I can do it."

"What? You've been trying to sweep Jules off her feet forever! Nows your chance!"

"I don't want to risk it. And I don't want her to feel pressured to have fun when I know we'll BOTH be paranoid!"

Félix shrugged.

"I don't think it'd matter, even if we got caught. Worst comes to worst Alma chews us out-"

"That's easy for you to say. Alma practically handed you Pepa's hand on a silver platter. I have to PROVE I'm worthy of her eldest daughter. I'm not risking that for a night of foolishness."

Bruno felt. SO uncomfortable in the silence. Was he witnessing a fight? This wasn't how his sisters fought, he had no clue what to do. They stared each other down for a second, Félix still holding onto Bruno. Félix eventually relented.

"Alright. Fine. You don't gotta go. I'll tell Jules. Just me and Brunocito, eh?"

Bruno wanted to go hang out with Félix, really he did. He looked ready to party, looked frisky, and even being in his arms felt good. But did he want to lust over Félix all night, and probably end up ignoring Osma? Or even worse, she caught on? Or even worse, she didn't get it at all, and tried to kiss him? All ideas sound just awful. So he sadly shook his head.

"I...don't think I wanna go. Nothing against Osma, she's pretty-"

"Wait. I know what this is."

Félix gave him a look, and Bruno shrunk. Oh no. Did he piece it together? Did he know about his true feelings? Bruno shook his head, feeling fear swell in his chest.

"I don't. Know what you-"

"You like hombres, huh?"

So. He SORT of knew. Bruno's face exploded in color and he tried to cover his face in his hood.

"I mean. I don't. I wouldn't put it-"

"Listen, I can get you an hombre, no judgement! Oh you know who'd be great for you! Arturo! The librarians son, he's sensitive like you, but big. Which is fine, you give bottom vibes."

Bruno stammered at the words, honestly it threw him for a hell of a loop. He held his hand up to get him to stop, giving a slight shake of his head.

"I'm flattered, really, and he is cute. But really, this seems more like you and Pepa's thing. We'll cover for you both."

Félix looked disappointed, before he chuckled, playfully nudging Bruno's face with his fist. It was such a friendly, honest action, Bruno wanted to kiss every single knuckle on his hand.

"Hey hey, knew I could trust you two. Alright, you two don't get too crazy-Casita may not speak, but Casita snitches-ow!"

He laughed as Bruno's door opened to both smack his shoulder, and reveal and eagerly awaiting Pepa. Bruno watched as they eagerly held hands, and shared a kiss. They waved them off, before the door shut in their faces. Bruno combed his fingers through his patchy facial hair, dreaming of Félix's hands. He wished he could be Pepa, just for tonight. He knew Félix kissed with passion, without remorse or restraint. He knew his hands would roam and-

"So I uh. Guess it's just you and me, right?"

Right. Augustín. He looked at him with the same amount of awkwardness that he himself possessed, and he fought the morbid urge to shove his face in the sand, like some demented drowning. He gestured for Augustín to follow him, not even parting the sand curtain for him. Augustín tripped on the steps on the way to his room, but Bruno didn't stop. He wanted him to fall, maybe he'd leave him be. He wasn't so lucky, unfortunately, and Augustín followed him to his bedroom. Past his vision cave, Bruno lived in essentially the 'backstage' of his room. It wasn't always so complicated to get to his private area, but. Well, rooms changed with their owners.

Bruno opened his room door, letting his rat buddies settle in for the night. Augustín looked uncomfortable. So much so, he bumped his shin on the table, yelping in pain. Bruno threw his stuff in the corner of the room (something cracked, but who cared, he was probably gonna break it himself anyway), and went to his nightstand. Every night before bed, he tucked in some of his rat buddies (some liked sleeping in the bed, some liked sleeping in bundled up socks or old pillow cushions. Bruno didn't judge, he just accommodated), to make sure they were settled in properly.

"Don't break any-"

He went stiff as his makeshift stage, made for his play next week, was accidentally pushed off the table and broke as soon as it hit the floor. Augustín gave an apologetic smile as he went to try to grab it, only for Bruno to growl at him.

"Leave it."

Augustín gave him such a sad look, it was like looking in the mirror. Bruno sighed, fixing his roommates their little bowl of water, and letting Augustín get settled. Then he just. Spoke again.

"So uh. I get half the bed then?"

"Why'd you assume that?"

"You...were gonna share with Félix, and its a pretty big bed."

Bruno took a deep breath. He was so stressed, Amanda cuddled into his hand, hoping to soothe him. Amanda was an angel like that. He scratched her little head as he found himself calm enough to respond.

"Fine. You get the end facing the door, I need to be able to get up in case they need a midnight snack."

Bruno watched him in the mirror, and found himself stopping as he watched him strip to nothing but shorts. That was a welcome sight, actually. Augustín at least didn't share his body type; he was taller, a bit more muscle, shaven. His mamá called him the 'pretty boy type' and he sort of understood it. He watched him for a second longer before Augustín helped himself to bed. Smart guy, he took the hint that he didn't want a conversation. They were just going to lay there, and bide time until Félix came in and saved them from each other. Bruno laid down on his side of the bed, appreciating it now, more than ever, that his bed was huge. He dug into his pockets, pulling out the shard of the incomplete vision.

Hands on him. An embrace in his bed. Odd. He thumbed over the smooth surface, before leaning over, and snuffing the candle that lit up the room.

A vision that obviously couldn't come true.

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Augustín wanted so badly to be a part of the family. Pepa liked him just fine, Julieta MIGHT like him (or maybe that was wishful thinking), but the worst was Bruno and Alma. God, they HATED him. Alma hated him because he was too 'fancy', and accident prone, and Bruno hated him for. Reasons. He never got it, but Bruno clearly preferred Félix over himself. It messed with his head so much, it prevented him from sleeping. Or maybe it was the slight skittering feet, or maybe it was even him regretting NOT going out with Julieta.

Though, it might have been the sound that felt so loud in the room. It was quick, it was sort of...wet? As he laid on the pillow, on a bed that smelled of salt and sweat, he just sat there, listening.

"Asi...asi...please. Just a little more."

Was Bruno sleep talking? He should just leave him alone. He really should. But he was curious. He WANTED to learn more about Bruno, wanted to be in his good graces. So, he very slowly turned to his side, and faced him. There was a faint green light illuminating the darkness of the room, highlighting Bruno's thin frame. He watched, and he listened.

"Come on, come on. Just...finish. You want to. You really want to. You want to so bad, you want to feel it smeared all over your fucking hand. Do it."

That was when it clicked. Bruno was touching himself. Augustín should've said SOMETHING, maybe even just pretend he accidentally woke up, anything to get him to stop. But...well. Augustín just listened. Bruno kept panting, kept squirming, kept swearing. Bruno was trying so badly so cum, you almost felt sorry for the guy.

"Bruno."

The second he spoke, Bruno froze. He didn't turn to look at him. Didn't speak for a second. Augustín scooted closer, till Bruno's ruana was pressed against his bare chest.

"You're going WAY too hard. You're not treating yourself nicely. You're too tense. You're doing a lot wrong."

"I'm sorry- who's dick is in who's hand right n...uhm. I mean. Mine isn't, but."

He didn't know why he was doing this. It was crazy. Nuts, if you will. But Augustín always had some fascination with Bruno. His abilities, his recluse nature, and honestly, even visually Bruno intrigued him. For a boy, Bruno was...pretty. Not 'handsome' like most men. He was pretty. Lithe body, really pretty hair, and those incredibly pretty eyes. Augustín wanted to call him feminine to make him feel more okay to be attracted to him, but Bruno wasn't feminine. He had facial hair, patchy and eager to grow. He had a defined Adam's apple and hairy arms. Augustín had to force himself to realize-

He was attracted to another man. Not incredibly, but he found himself drawn to him. He scooted closer to him, till his chin was resting on his shoulder. The green light was Bruno's eyes, shining dimly in the darkness. They looked at Augustín, angry and vulnerable.

"Can I show you what you're doing wrong?"

Bruno wanted to say no. Obviously he did. But he looked as if he was in such agony, he couldn't say no. So he nodded. Augustín carefully reached over, and had to force himself to realize that he had his hand over Bruno's cock. And he wasn't disgusted. Was Augustín attracted to men? He knew he definitely liked women, but men was new. But he was REALLY attracted to Bruno. He let his hand feel the shape in the darkness. Bruno's cock was long, a bit of a curve towards the end. His hand roamed down lower, fingers going over the pubic hair grazing his balls.

Augustín had never touched privates that weren't his own. And he never expected to touch someone with parts identical to his own. He...kinda liked it. He slowly rubbed the balls in his hands, feeling the hair and the skin rub against his palm. His touch was light, kind to Bruno, and his body appreciated that, gifting him with a thin line of precum.

"There we go. Tierno. Gentle. You're thinking of someone, don't think they'd treat you so rudely."

"H...how did you-"

"It sounds like it. You were begging. You're a lonely boy Bruno. You're used to it, but you don't like it."

His other hand dipped past his ruana, letting his hands roam up his chest. Such a thin, taunt body, hair formed into a happy trail over his otherwise baby soft frame.

"D...don't act like you know me."

"I don't know a lot about you. You're cold. If I were Félix, I'd probably know more."

That made his temper flare. His head whipped around, to where his nose was touching his own. Bruno's eyes, beautiful as they were, were full of fury, and his teeth formed into a snarl.

"Don't you tell him. I won't ever f-forgive..."

He couldn't be angry for too long. Not when Bruno's throbbing cock was being treated so gently, not when his thumb slowly rubbed one of his nipples in little circles.

"I won't tell him. I'm surprised he doesn't know. You watch him a lot. You cling to him. You want this man, who's kind and listens and comforts you, to touch you like this. You want more than this from him though, don't you?"

Bruno bit his bottom lip as he slowly grinded into his touches, wanting more and more.

"I...I want to be kissed."

That was enough for him. Augustín pressed his lips against his. It wasn't spectacular, if anything it was a bit awkward. There was no coordination, their noses got in the way-it was a mess. But Bruno wanted more. Bruno wanted to savor affection, to learn. And that they did. Their kisses, sloppy, grew with more vigor, and it excited little Bruno so much, he pushed his tongue right into his mouth. It was wet, an absolute bust of a first kiss for either of them. But they didn't want to stop. Augustín had to breathe in between, a bit light headed.

"Mierda...you like kisses."

"So do you. You keep giving it to me. You keep...giving a lot to me."

Augustín smeared his precum covered hand over his balls, giving them a good squeeze, before grazing over his shaft, firmly yet softly. Bruno wanted passion, but not purity. It was fascinating.

"Do you want to cum, Bruno?"

"N-no. I don't wanna cum in your stupid h-hand. But I need it. It hurts. It all...h-hurts."

He didn't just mean his throbbing cock. Bruno's eyes were watering, and Augustín could tell he meant his heart. His anger, his lust, his love. It swirled inside of him like a sand storm, and Bruno just wanted it all to make sense. Augustín wanted to see him in bliss, just for a moment. So as Bruno sat there, Augustín kept peppering kisses on the nape of his neck, kept pushing his foreskin back and forth in his grip.

Then Bruno came. He gasped, hand clamping over his mouth as he spilled his seed, right into his palm. Bruno shook after it was over, chest rising and falling as realization slowly took over him.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. You. You just made me cum. My cum is in your hand and-"

Augustín tilted his head till they were kissing. That seemed to soothe Bruno for a second, until he pulled away, hissing In anger. Bruno had so many emotions in him, anger was just the easiest to give Augustín. And he didn't mind it in the slightest.

"Your dick has been pressed against my ass. You're hard."

Augustín looked down at himself. He was in fact, hard, cock pressed against his poor shorts. He was about to apologize, when Bruno sat up, and pushed him to his back. Augustín stared up at him in fear, thinking he made Bruno TOO angry. Only to watch in fascination as Bruno peeled off his pants, throwing it to the side. He cradled his waist, and took Augustín's hands, placing them on his ass.

"Don't move these. They stay here. I'm doing this because I'm not a monster. No other reason."

Bruno leaned down, and kissed him again. All while he started to grind himself against Augustín's clothed cock. And it felt so good, having such a warm, soft butt against him. He knew he was staining his underclothes in precum, but he didn't care. Just that Bruno looked so cute when he kissed, looked so cute when he was aroused by something so simple as grinding. It between breaths, desperately needed in between kisses, Augustín spoke, staring lazily into Bruno's half lidded eyes.

"B-bruno?"

"If you tell me to go faster, I'm going to-"

"I'm sorry."

Bruno stopped moving. He was sitting right on his cock now, putting so much weight and pressure in one spot, and it made him throb. He was close.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry the first time someone being kind to you like this...is someone you hate."

Bruno stared at him, as if in disbelief, before he scoffed. He got up, freed Augustín's cock from his underwear, and started right back up again. More kisses, more grinding. Augustín savored it, loving the fact that Bruno's underwear was the only thing keeping him from being inside his ass. He could picture it. It'd be hot, it'd be tight. It'd make Bruno happy.

That was enough for Augustín to cum, spilling all over his underwear, and letting Bruno smear it all over himself. They sat there, exhausted, and Augustín couldn't fathom the view. Locks of hair covered the sides of his face like a velvet curtain, and his soft eyes reminded him of stage lights. The view didn't last long, as Bruno pushed himself off of himself, and plopping back onto his side of the better. There was some silence, filled with only their panting. Then Bruno spoke.

"You know why I hate you?"

"No. I don't."

"It's because I see a lot of myself in you. Only...better."

Maybe it was the wrong move, but Augustín reached over to put his hand into Bruno's. Bruno acted reflexively, gripping onto the fingers. His fingers were soft, yet tactile.

"I'm sorry."

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"Buenos días, Bruno, Augustín, so glad you two could join us."

"Lo siento, Alma."

"Sorry mami. Rough night."

Bruno sat down at the breakfast table, letting his sister put a plate in front of him. He looked around the table, and it was. Interesting. Alma was focusing on her papers (daily requests given by the villagers of the town), Julieta was bustling about trying to feed everyone, Félix kept playing with Pepa's ponytail, Pepa kept giggling for him to stop, and Augustín. Augustín was sitting across from him, VERY awkwardly. Was it weird, knowing just last night they touched each other's privates? Of course. But that was for Bruno to think about in private, when he was questioning his life.

"Julieta?"

"You can have seconds later, Bruno."

"No I had an actual question."

Juileta sat next to Augustín, sighing as she was finally allowed to sit down. She reached over to kick her sister's shin, less Alma just so happen to catch her trying to grab at his tit.

"Avanzar, what is it?"

"You ever wanted to do palm reading?"

She raised a brow at him, confused.

"I...guess it'd be nice?"

"I can give you a quick lesson. Augustín, give her your palm."

Augustín looked confused, before doing so. Julieta carried his hand in her own, head cocked a bit to the side.

"What now?"

"Look at the lines. It's pretty easy actually. Like I can see you two like holding hands, so you guys should just. Date. Do it all the time- we're all sick of you guys beating that bush to death, someone had to say it."

"BRUNO!!"

Julieta exclaimed. Pepa's clouds formed over the table in sudden worry. Julieta looked ready to scold him, when Augustín lightly squeezed her dainty little hand.

"I mean...I don't think it's a bad idea."

She turned to look at him, eyes open in surprise. Her cheeks were so rosey- it was gross.

"You...excuse me?"

"I mean. I just. I would like to hold your hand more, you know. So if you...wanted someone to come with you when you went grocery shopping, or even just. Looking at the flowers. I'd like to be that someone."

She paused, a bit bashful for a second, before softly nodding.

"I'd...like that. Actually. A lot."

Bruno rolled his eyes- boys. Overrated.

"Pack arepas, lots of 'em. Oh and felicidades and all that, pass the coffee."

Bruno, clearly over the moon and not in classic little brother sarcasm at all, threw salt over the table in mock celebration. Alma, without looking up, cleared her throat.

"Bruno, no salt throwing at the table."

Bruno opened his mouth to defend himself, but decided against it. Just for one day.

Bruno was going to have a vision of being happy.