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Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca ([personal profile] salamanca) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2024-04-13 05:41 pm (UTC)

Lalo pauses. He doesn't know that she knows the real answer, of course, and he thinks she's raising a real concern. "Ah, I'm sure it's fine! It's dead, right? Besides, it's an animal. So it'll be fine!"

He doesn't sound 100% sure, though, and he even asks, "...Right?" in an uncertain tone.

Absolutely hating it, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of having him look to her for guidance but unable to stop himself, Lalo reluctantly looks to Chloe, wanting to know what she thinks. As far as he's aware, they're just spitballing ideas together and she doesn't know any more than he dies. His eyes slide from the cellar door to her face. He seems calm enough, but his expressive brown eyes are slightly bigger than usual, and his brow is furrowed in thought or confusion.

"On second thought, maybe we should have salad tonight! You'll like that, too, I promise."

He tries to infuse that sentence all of his usual bravado, and almost manages to, but doesn't quite succeed. His pride hates the idea of giving in and making her a salad, and he doesn't realize he's being messed with yet. He wonders if enduring the pain to cook something for her would seem impressive or just stupid.

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