Seeing everyones fan kids for their Steps made me realize how monumentally bad Tegan would be with children so have a little drabble about it. I imagine Ortega slips into Spanish half way through the argument.
Tegan can't sense Ortega's approach the way he can with most people but he can certainly hear his heavy, hurried footsteps. From the sound of it, it seems like there's an argument to be had so Tegan takes the first swing.
"Look, I didn't leave I just needed a break." He strikes a match and lights the cigarette dangling from his lips. "Your family is a lot so don't get pissy about-"
"That's not why I'm- I am not pissy." Ortega's folded arms tell a different story.
"So you're just yelling at me because…" Tegan gestures vaguely, cigarette in hand, the smoke wafting patterns through the air.
"Did you give my cousin a pack of cigarettes?"
"She's eleven!" Ortega throws his hands up in a gesture often preformed by his mother. As if revelations could be imparted to the listener by simply tossing them into the air.
"So?" In Tegan's experience most humans have been eleven at one point.
"What? I didn't tell her to smoke 'em." Tegan shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"I told her to sell 'em."
"Wh- you get that that's not better right? Why did you do that?" Ortega folds his arms again.
"I wanted her to leave me alone." Tegan holds up a finger for each new point he makes. "I'm light on cash right now and you told me to keep my brain to myself around your family. I'm doing what you asked."
"You didn't have to bribe an eleven year old! You could have just walked away."
"Huh, good advice." Tegan tosses his half spent cigarette and turns on his heel, striding away from the man scolding him.
"Oh you are not getting off he hook that easily." Ortega's long legs catch up to his escapee easily.
"Look what do you want from me?" He should know Tegan well enough by now that there's not an apology incoming.
"Just don't do it again. Please." Ortega rubs his forehead. "My aunt already jumped down my throat thinking that I did it."
"So cousin Rico's the bad influence?" Tegan snorts, fishing around in his pocket for another cigarette.
"I do have a reputation." Ortega shrugs. "Hey can I have one of those?"
"You're such hypocrite." Tegan hands him the freshly lit cigarette before shaking another one out of the pack.
"Maybe. You love me though." Ortega smiles.
"Don't push it." Tegan fights the smile tugging at his own lips.
They enjoy the rest of their smoke break in quiet.