He sugars the tea and carefully places it in front of Kronid with a smile before pouring milk and sugar into his own. Sipp. "Buñuelo?" he offers, gesturing to the cheese and dough balls.
Bruno is, indeed, a much easier target for just about anything than Pepa is. She seems rawboned and pointy--even her smile is sharp, though that seems as much down to how her face is shaped as to her personality. Her eyes are a little too wide, her gaze a little too intense, all out of sheer habit. Everything about her is focus, focus, focus.
By contrast, Bruno seems much more... soft. While a keen intelligence sits behind his eyes he's phlegmatic and appears to carefully marshal his energy, as though he fears expending too much on any one thing would leave none for anything else.
"We all love stories," he says. The tapping sound has him relaxing, smiling faintly. "Who knows, maybe I can add some of it to my telenovelas."
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Bruno is, indeed, a much easier target for just about anything than Pepa is. She seems rawboned and pointy--even her smile is sharp, though that seems as much down to how her face is shaped as to her personality. Her eyes are a little too wide, her gaze a little too intense, all out of sheer habit. Everything about her is focus, focus, focus.
By contrast, Bruno seems much more... soft. While a keen intelligence sits behind his eyes he's phlegmatic and appears to carefully marshal his energy, as though he fears expending too much on any one thing would leave none for anything else.
"We all love stories," he says. The tapping sound has him relaxing, smiling faintly. "Who knows, maybe I can add some of it to my telenovelas."