"hola, ¿has visto a mi gato?" benicio martinez inquired, leaning against the fence separating his family home from that of his neighbor.

benicio had lived in spain for most of his childhood- moving to the USA 5 years ago so sometimes he still accidentally switched up languages unintentionally. there wasn't much to note about him- he played guitar, played football, and adored his cat, sandy.

"ah, apologies." he corrected himself, running his fingers through his hair. "-have you seen my cat?"