[He leans to try and get a look inside, curious despite himself. Who was this mysterious person? What do two people from Hell keep inside their home? Is there air conditioning? At least he gets to enjoy his cigarette at his leisure, though he notices with some disappointment that he did indeed squish it a little and it wasn't likely going to last as long as it normally would.]
Oh. Sure. [He almost adds that Coco, too, wasn't a fan, but -- nope. Yes, they're going to be talking about her and looking at a picture of her, but he doesn't need to encourage any goofy smiles or comments about how he's so dear, thinking of their sweet girl, díos. Shoving those gross thoughts aside as he sits, he awkwardly unzips and shrugs his way out of his hoodie to fold in his lap. The pockets' contents are bundled safely in the middle. No risk of losing his precious alebrije, cigarettes, or the last handful of gummi bears he'd saved.]
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Oh. Sure. [He almost adds that Coco, too, wasn't a fan, but -- nope. Yes, they're going to be talking about her and looking at a picture of her, but he doesn't need to encourage any goofy smiles or comments about how he's so dear, thinking of their sweet girl, díos. Shoving those gross thoughts aside as he sits, he awkwardly unzips and shrugs his way out of his hoodie to fold in his lap. The pockets' contents are bundled safely in the middle. No risk of losing his precious alebrije, cigarettes, or the last handful of gummi bears he'd saved.]