“ i said that !! the problem is i said it with mexican accent, again ! ”
I THOUGHT I WOULD BE BRIEF BUT I GOT TOO INTO THIS AND WENT OVERBOARD !! casually ignoring that..... i’m k8 and this is basically a far too long rundown of antisocial’s babysitter tenoch alverado ! honestly if you’re lazy like i am just like this post for plots and i’ll message u with an abridged version of teno’s entire life story, lmao. anyway............
[ diego luna, cis male ] - did you know tenoch alverado is back in town ? i’ve heard that the thirty four year old has been gone for seven years and used to be known as the taciturn. now people call them the apotropaic but they’re still old-fashioned and giving as usual. right now they’re busy as a touring security guard and technician for antisocial but i hope we have time to catch up !
in the BEGINNING...
firstly if u recognise his name then yes i did name him after diego’s character in y tu mama tambien bc i’m VERY subtle
tenoch is a big pile of mussed hair and big smiles born and raised mexico with his ma !
he didn’t really know his dad; his parents divorced before he was born so it was mostly just him and his mom in mexico, whilst his dad lived somewhere across the border in america.
he never met him, nor did he visit, but honestly he wouldn’t blame him - he and his mom were attached at the hip, and sometimes even he was scared to walk down the street alone in his own hometown.
but no hard feelings ! he wasn’t really bothered by it, and it wasn’t like his dad was some horrible criminal that his mom had to break up with, and he’d send monthly childcare checks to help ( which his ma taught him to be grateful for, despite not really knowing the guy ), so it really wasn’t too bad !
and to make up for it, he and his mom were just closer than ever !! they were all each other had, so tenoch was always helping her around the house and even working after school to make some extra money, how pure
there was some kind of dissonance though. tenoch didn’t know what it was but he could feel it. like their humble, half broken but functional home felt a little too empty, how he never seemed to hold a friend, the pit in his stomach when police just strolled around his hometown, he grew up with a certain unsettlement - broken house broken home, he was always waiting for something worse to happen.
and he figured out from a young age that the best way to deal with that was to tread lightly - having acquaintances, not friends, playing football but never joining the team - he became the polite little boy next door that everyone liked, but didn’t seem to actually know that much about.
maybe when he’s older and he’s looking back on his childhood he’d realise it was stupid of him not to put himself out there, but he never got a chance to do that, because the dissonance ?? it’s here.
( TW; DEATH ) he’s fifteen when the police show up on his door to tell him that his mom’s been killed. he honestly can’t remember how - his brain has blocked the memory out, and he has absolutely no interest in trying to read between the lines of a death certificate, shoved somewhere deep below custody papers and junk mail - but he’s displaced.
and then he meets his father for the first time.
he remembers very clearly what it was like sleeping with child protective services, but even more so the first time he meets his father at the airport, his hand motioning him towards the gate, ready to take him to his so called home.
putting a hispanic kid in the middle of rural white america in a suburban house, mind you with a living room the size of his entire home in mexico, never worked out well. his polite resolve was breaking, but nothing made him want to keep the façade up than the sterile politeness of his own father ( maybe that’s where he got it from ).
so he kinda started switching ?? it was hard when he barely spoke english, but he chose his moods inside and outside the house, brooding and shy at his high school and keeping up with polite appearances at the dinner table.
the only way he could let himself breathe and fuck about, expelling his pent up frustration and grief through a multitude of spanish curses, was to drive out of his town somewhere remote at night and sleep in his secondhand van out by a lake or the woods.
it’s just a wash and dry cycle of the above with some underaged drinking and smoking inbetween that pulls him through high school. he graduates with an average gpa, but he knows immediately that he doesn’t want to go to college - his english keeps him afloat in social situations but he wouldn’t let himself be put through the wringer again, especially when he knew he could just get a job immediately. that had always been the plan before his dad swooped in with the money, so why change ?
maybe his dad had a change of heart ever since he got remarried, but he was actually okay with it - their problem didn’t seem to be a hatred or regret, but rather an awkward unknowing of what to say, what to do. so he let tenoch take the van anywhere, so long as he got a job and called every once in a while.
and he actually does alright ! with all his time alone with the van and being the stereotypical shy kid as part of the theater techies crew, he bounces around various handyman, janitorial, repairman jobs, because to be quite honest - outside of every boy’s dream to be a footballer, tenoch didn’t have anything after that. but he makes his own fun - his mom’s optimism had always stayed in his psyche; it’d just been buried throughout his stay with his dad, and soon the old, friendly tenoch comes back !!
and then came ANTISOCIAL...
tenoch is on one of his regular cathartic drives when he stumbles upon a group of rapscallions on the side of the road with their thumbs out, and honestly ?? with a big van like his, he absolutely had to stop
he drives them back to the city, and through a lot of explanation, he learns that they’re musicians in a band and they’re playing a proper concert where he lived !!
tenoch didn’t know muchabout music ( re: absolutely anything ) , but he went to the show anyway to make the guys feel welcome, standing at the back of the crowd with a beer in his hand, nodding his head to the music, clapping them on the back afterwards, buying them drinks - just being a big ol’ cheese ball
they end up staying at his apartment, and as he runs to buy extra pillows and blankets, he comes back to find that they want him to tour with them ??
and he, for once in his life, says fuck it !! it’s a paying job, he gets to travel, feel young, and maybe find a reason to embrace america, why the fuck not !?
his job jumps around from place to place - he starts off as a driver, until the band got big enough to have an actual tour bus that tenoch had absolutely no idea how to drive, but to keep him on tour river started insisting he was a bodyguard ?? has river seen his scrawny ass body ??
tenoch being stubborn as hell wasn’t going to get paid for a fake job, so he started helping with stage setup and putting those rusty high school theater crew skills to use and started training as a lighting technician, so take that, river
and thus dubbed him the proud mom and ‘ adult ’ voice of reason in the band, watching them grow and helping them with ( or get out of, most of the time ) various unthinkable shenanigans, and it is then that he, for once since he ever crossed the border, felt at home.
back at ASTON...
whenever tour drops off and the band’s recording, tenoch becomes a hobo basically, and goes back to janitorial work just to keep his hands busy. it sounds shit, but he actually likes fixing things and meeting clueless elderly who don’t know how to work their television?? he’s that kinda dreamy maintenance guy. except for those racist grandmas - they can go fuck right off
so right now, he’s just kinda bouncing around and working as a door to door repairman whenever river doesn’t drag him out of his apartment to go accompany him to concerts or something “ i’m not your fuckin’ bodyguard, river ! ”
he’s also absolutely ecstatic about being a beach town. he loves the beach guys.... he’d totally be a surfer dude if he could surf, so he’s got a permanent tan and burnt nose
so really he’s just chillin’ ! just being a mom to four lil rebels in a band and happily fixing your leaky faucet, so he’s on the up and up !
and that’s finally it !! in terms of potential connections i don’t have anything particular in mind apart from the occasional client ( sounds scandalous, in reality he’s just unclogging your toilet ) or drunken hookup, so if you want just like this post and i’ll message you to talk plots or any other ideas you may have, but that’s it !!
