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The Spaniard nodded at the Captain, crossing his arms before sighing under his breath [color=00a651][b]"I guess some exercise wouldn't be bad for me..." [/b][/color]he said, patting his own belly and smirking slightly [color=00a651]"Besides, I can always freeze someone's shoes so I win the race, heh."[/color] he thought to himself, before turning his head slightly and looking at the group in general. It wasn't bad, a French guy over there, 2 German siblings, a half-Chinese guy...? He didn't actually know his country, but he was definitely from Asia or something like that. Then we have the Russian woman which was actually quite, uh, let's just say that she could easily win Óscar in arm wrestling. Apart from that, there was also María, the half-Spanish half-Italian lady of the group. 

[color=00a651]"The best of the Mediterranean, [i]ostias[/i]..."[/color] he thought, nodding slightly as she saw her around the group [color=00a651]"Maybe she hates guys though, best to stay away from her but also have a little bit of fun that doesn't end with my neck on her knife..."[/color] Óscar then turned to Johnathan, raising an eyebrow and chuckling loudly as he rubbed his beard [color=00a651][b]"C'mon pal, I can easily beat all of ya in a race up the fuckin' mountain, hmph."[/b][/color] he light-heartedly smiled to John [color=00a651][b]"I'm just really lazy. Besides, even though they are indeed beautiful, at least two of them can beat your ass in hand to hand while the other can just seduce you so you let her win...".[/b][/color]

The Spaniard lets out a loud laugh, putting a hand on his neck and looking at María, Zhanna and Belasým, waving his hand at them as a very obvious sign that he was slightly more comfortable in this group than he had anticipated, putting his hands behind his back once again as he looks at the Captain [color=00a651][b]"So, sir, anything special planned for today apart from the Currahee?"[/b][/color] he asks, tapping his left foot on the ground, quite impatiently. He was REALLY impatient, even though he was as lazy as a wet towel, the Spaniard was always in alert of anything that happened, and that was noted by how he bit his own lips from time to time, making small cuts on them and the tapping of his feet.