Aguiar, drunkenly: No, no, ‘bisexual’ is a made-up thing! It doesn’t exist! It’s just that sometimes I’m straight, and sometimes I’m gay! It just depends on who I’m looking at.
Dalmo: That’s…really not how it works, man.
Aguiar: Oh, so the brat gets to flip her gender on a whim, but I can’t flip sexualities?!
Dalmo: Jae isn’t— *heavy sigh* Okay, roll it back. Do you know what ‘nonbinary’ means?
The stench of the broken, burning fuse mingles with the heavy scent of nighttime rain. Aguiar stands at the corner of one of the kitchen windows and peers inside at tonight's victims.
What he sees makes him sigh. "They came to check the fuse box and immediately got distracted rummaging through the cupboards," he gripes. He puts his back against the wall, out of sight from those inside. "These idiots aren't going to make for very good prey at all. Would you go kill them faster, please."
Leaning on the wall beside him, Jae is holding up a pocket mirror and putting on a fresh layer of lipstick. "Yeah, one sec."
Aguiar rolls his eyes. "God Above, you're so vain."
Jae huffs a laugh. "I'm the vain one?" They pop their blood-red lips a couple times, then lean into their mirror to inspect the corners of their mouth. They scratch away some stray lipstick with their fingernail. "Remind me again who wears leather straps around his arms just for an excuse to flex his muscles, hm?"
"You're wasting time---"
"I know exactly what I'm doing," Jae snips, irritating and arrogant as ever. They shut the mirror with a click! and pocket it with their lipstick. "Worry about your own victims."
Aguiar clenches his jaw. "I would, if I wasn't spending all my time cleaning up your messes."
"Bite me, old man." They make a face. "Or on second thought, don't. You've already done enough of that."
Lord, this fucking nuisance. Aguiar goes to snap back, but he's stopped by the sound of the back door rattling.
"Hey, I think this door might be stuck!" shouts one of the morons inside.
Jae giggles. "Well, that's my cue." They wiggle their fingers in adieu. "See you around, whore!"
"Fuck you," Aguiar snarls.
"No thanks." Jae blows him a kiss before yanking on their hood and slinking into the shadows. As the arch of their red X streaks through the darkness, Aguiar is left to fantasize about snapping their neck. The opportunity can’t come soon enough.
look this might just be me but one of my favorite parts of natal macabro is how whenever aguiar shows up, the camera always pans to him in the distance slowly approaching which means we get these amazing shots of 2-pixels-tall aguiar and it kills me every time. fucking. look at him.
i know this moment technically happens ooc, but this is actually gonna make me go insane. even after everything that happened between them, even after all the hatred jorel harbored for him, even after jorel put on that mask, even after jorel killed him, even though that's not jorel anymore---jorge still loves his brother.
writing fic about jonas aguiar has me doing research on all the logistics of brazilian military conscription and the ENEM and brazilian higher education and the brazilian police academy. im learning so much. NEVER let me write longfic again.
