#did u dirty with the tattoo icon so sry

[adiosnachito]

⠀⠀it wasn't often that julian and lalo came face to face.⠀he wasn't like his uncle,⠀nor tuco⠀—⠀he didn't intimidate via aloofness or violence.⠀instead he opted for close contact,⠀personal attention⠀&⠀getting to know each pusher.⠀like a mole,⠀lalo could pick up on a bad scent this way. ‘you have somewhere to be?’⠀he asks,⠀coming to his feet slowly and reaching for the apron laying on the back of his chair,⠀‘i make the best tacos in all chihuahua.’

⠀⠀lalo's face is alight with amusement as he ties the apron strings.⠀⠀WHAT'S SO FUNNY? but the truth is: nothing. here, doing his job, lalo is the best version of himself. happy & full of life. a smile shaped from others' misery, their blood. ‘you'd be a fool to turn these down, no?’ he jests, winking and clicking his fingers in julian's direction, ‘sit! i got you.’

julian didn't like talking to lalo directly. they'd rather report to someone else and have them bring it to the man in charge. something about the don left jules on edge, though it doesn't tend to show on their normally inscrutable features. knowing what could happen in if they showed weakness - a flinch, a frown, a shudder - julian remains as still as possible, their hands clasped together in front of them, unsure if lalo's question was rhetorical or not, but coming to the conclusion that they probably shouldn't speak until they were sure he was finished. they thought the sounds he made with his teeth would haunt their dreams. jules nonchalantly shifts their weight from one leg to the other. 'anything else you need before i head back?'