[Spain did miss his home to be honest. He missed the warmth and the color, the festivities. Walking along the sands, a piece of driftwood knocks up against his ankle. He bends down to pick it up, swinging it experimentally.]
I wish there were confetti or piñatas I could get around here. That’d be a nice decoration for the room.
[A soft sigh.
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W-Whoa!!
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Hola! ¿Como estas my friend? Hm...you look familiar...oh yes! [He swan-dives into the pile and resurfaces with a slightly awkward pinata that looked like Lloyd's face x500 in size.]
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[He looks at the face in his hands and then the semi-identical face before him]
Honestly, I'm not sure. Who are you?
Wait, before you answer that -- [He taps Pinata-Lloyd's nose. The hair portion pops off and chocolate bars shoot out violently]
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[he blinks at him quizzically, before he flashes a good-natured grin]
I'm Lloyd! Lloyd Irving. What's your na--[lakjfwlakjfe he yelps aloud, as chocolate sprays, and he's covering his arms, but not before one hits him in the face! uguuu.."I'M SORRY DAD.." death by chocolate]
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Oh, you can call me Antonio -- !! [Wait. He looks like he might actually be in danger] Are you alright there?
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[ he looks at the chocolate, before he takes a bite out of one ]
Er..yeah, I'm okay.
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