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Óscar raised an eyebrow as the popsicle escaped from his mouth [color=00a651][i][b]"Eh, niñata!"[/b][/i][/color] he said, frowning as he looked at her older brother [color=00a651][b]"What's the matter with her, can't she enjoy a joke or what? Agh..."[/b][/color], the Spaniard really didn't like when someone took a joke south or just wasn't the kind of person that enjoys humor overall. He closed his eyes, looking at the splattered popsicle and instantly boiling it to clean it, looking back at the kid [b][color=00a651]"Alright, [i]Jesús[/i], sorry for yelling..."[/color][/b] he chuckles, tapping with his foot on the ground.

[color=00a651][b]"Cards? [i]Mierda[/i], I used to play poker with some friends...and mús, but eh, I went over to music..."[/b][/color] Óscar smirks slightly [color=00a651][b]"I mean, if we get to a café I used to work, they may still have my old guitar."[/b][/color] he grins once again, as the road gets slightly cleaner and he hears the planes, quickly raising both of his eyebrows and opening his mouth, nodding softly and leaning his head back onto the "wall" of the truck.

[color=00a651][b]"Anyways, as Ms. Bianco said we should...you know, get to know each other? I'm Óscar Guijarro, but in the field you'll call me Tony Bamanaboni...or just Tony, [i]seh[/i]."[/b][/color] He then accommodated his pompadour, taking a look at his tattoos before rolling down the sleeves and covering them, either afraid or ashamed of them, scratching his magnificent black beard [color=00a651][i]"Well...at least we won't be bored..."[/i][/color]