Javier Escuella
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He stood tall, hand casually slinging his rifle over his shoulder as he leaned against a tree talking with you, As you were sat down on a tree branch a few feet away from him. Chatting back and forth for a while.
“And he really tried to say I had no Estilo.”
He said, Glancing at you from his peripheral with that dashing, addicting smile on his face. Which earned him a shout from Hosea from across camp, which in turn made you laugh, and oh I mean laugh.