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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fideo/Ramirez
Feedback: Fave lines, crappy errors, whatever you'd like.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: //words// in Spanish. For fuzzy_psycho.
Summary: A typical afternoon in Veracruz.
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Fideo was a great believer in siestas, and so it was a little worrying when Jorge came home to find the porch swing empty. He headed for the next logical place, but what he saw there wasn't necessarily more relaxing. "Fideo? What are you doing?"
//Got a call from El.//
Jorge's stomach sank. //And…how is he?//
//Good. Fucking Sands like crazed gun-happy rabbits. He says hi, and the gringo says…never mind.// Fideo sat back, eyed his guitar case, and then gave it a hard kick that sent it all the way under the bed. He dusted off his hands and stood. //There. So what's for dinner?//
First, Jorge had to sit down on the bed. His knees weren't exactly what they used to be, and they didn't take sudden changes very well. "Ah…I was thinking puerco pibil, just for the hell of it."
"Okay." Hands crept up Jorge's legs, and Fideo grinned. "I like how they make it here the best, no matter what Sands says."
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