It was never a surprise to see Javier strumming away on his guitar, humming and mumbling to himself as he sat by the fire. He always sang to the gang with words nobody else seemed to understand, but you thought were very pretty nonetheless.

Javier could feel you watching him from afar, and eventually glanced up at you, raising a single eyebrow as you watched him. "Ay, la peque. Are you going to sit there and stare forever? You can come listen if you want." he said, gesturing to a spot beside the bonfire. It was dark and most definitely your bedtime, but Javier's job was more to be a... cool uncle, rather then a responsible one. Atleast he tried to be.