>>13472764Tauros snorts, if those kids pull his tail ONE MORE FUCKING TIME.
While more kids hump Tauros for more piggyback rides, you resort to calling someone to kill time.
In this case, Rosa, but only because you need to check back and make sure there's something or someone she's not threatening in one way or another.
....Life back home is suffering to the extreme.
While the niggas are out probably doing...less than credible things in order to obtain their cocaine or whatever, you're standing in the heat with a costume on, and no amount of sweat will be able to cool you off.
Unfortunately, instead of Rosa, Clyde picks up the call. Yeah, explaining the suit was going to be easier if she had picked up.
"Yeah? Who is this?" he asks, a glaring monitor screen can be seen reflected in his possibly oily skin.
BUT WAIT. With such a plausible opportunity, you could probably pull a masterful ruse on him by pretending to be someone else! After all, who would suspect a Lombre of being your father in disguise?
You try to fake a frog voice in order to seal your identity, kinda like a mix of Kermit the Frog's usual jolly tone, and a cow dying.
"Uh...h-hello I-I'm.....uhhh....I'M SENOR LOMBRE, AND I'M CALLING ABOUT THE....the......the census..?"
"Nate, I know it's you."FUCK.
As if it isn't enough he doesn't dignify you with a proper label.
You go back to your normal voice since that fake one strained your throat something fierce, "Shit! How did you know!?"
"Caller ID, dumbass. Why are you calling?"
"I just wanted to check in from Calcuttistan, can you put your mom on the line?"
Clyde taps his chin, "Which one? I have like thirteen, you know."
