[The altar in his room was fairly modest, a white cloth draped over some empty crates he'd found at a local grocery. On top of that was an array of marigold flowers, shots of mezcal, pan de muerto, candles, incense, and a few other treats he'd barely been able to afford. But back home, it wasn't unheard of for a family to spend at least two month's wages when preparing the best for their deceased loved ones. So, for Manolo, it only felt like a small sacrifice.
To be honest, he was fairly certain his family couldn't come see him tonight. But if by some miracle they were allowed to travel between worlds, he wanted to leave them something for their trouble. At the very least, doing otherwise felt disrespectful, especially after how much help and support they'd given him during his quest to return to Maria and save San Angel from Chakal.
Lounging on the bed, he idly picked at his guitar, assuming he'd be on his own tonight. But then a knock came at his door, and Manolo straightened up, face brightening the moment he recognized that voice.]
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To be honest, he was fairly certain his family couldn't come see him tonight. But if by some miracle they were allowed to travel between worlds, he wanted to leave them something for their trouble. At the very least, doing otherwise felt disrespectful, especially after how much help and support they'd given him during his quest to return to Maria and save San Angel from Chakal.
Lounging on the bed, he idly picked at his guitar, assuming he'd be on his own tonight. But then a knock came at his door, and Manolo straightened up, face brightening the moment he recognized that voice.]
That'd be great, actually! Please, come in.