cali cities being siblings and the petty rivalries
“Jaime. Jaime. Jaime. Jaime. Jaime.”
“That is my name Gabriel, please stop attempting to wear it out.” Jaime says, trying to ignore Los Angeles for the sixth time in at least ten minutes.
Gabriel glances at Felipe, who flashes him a smile, and then helps him continue the chorus. “Jaime. Jaime. Jaime. Jaime-”
“Oh, for the love of God.” Francisca says, glancing at Luisina. “Diego, how are you allowing them to get away with this?”
San Diego just grunts, feet up on the table, reading through the reports Roberto and Alejandra had handed them before having to run off for their meeting with the other states. She doesn’t even really glance as Felipe suddenly started pounding his hands on the table with every time they say Sacramento’s name.
Jaime looks at her a little helplessly. He’s got backbone when it really matters to picking fights with his elder siblings, but he’s a bit used to having Alejandra and her watch his back for more petty things.
He’d be the star of the debate team and not much else. Francisca thinks with a groan.
But it’s also driving her up a wall, so she needs to think of something to get them to stop and fast.
However, that’s near impossible with the little chorus going on. In fact, Felipe’s starting to get more musical about it, beating a little rhythm.
Francisca is this, this close, to killing her brothers. “Diego, help me!”
Luisina’s still engrossed in reports.
Fine then. We do this the hard way.
Fran turns around so Gabe and Felipe can’t see her, thinks of something mildly terrible and upsetting, and there comes the crocodile tears.
She whirls around and howls like a kicked puppy.
Everything stops. Even Luisina glances up from her reports. Fran throws in a few more sniffles for good measure as San Diego rises up out of her chair and yanks out earplugs. (Of course, how else had she ignored them all for so long?)
“What did you assholes do?” She bellows, and Fran points to Gabriel and Felipe.
“I asked them to stop but-”
“She’s faking it!” Gabriel tries to shout, but Felipe’s already accepted his death. He just lays his head down on the table. “We were just joking around with Jaime and-”
“GABRIEL BAUTISTA DE LOS SANTOS!” Luisina snarls, and Fran looks at Jaime before Luisina can start contemplating using LA and San Jose as her weights for weight lifting.
a quick character sheet thingy of one of my recent oc fellas, Felipe!!! he makes art but is incredibly anxious about sharing it despite wanting to pursue it as a career haha relatable!! also he kinda somewhat gay
so b4 i pass the fuck out, the end of today was meh to shit, but the beginning was hilarious, because i told myself that i was only going to make four california city aph ocs (being from oregon and not knowing as much about cali + tired and would rather devote energy elsewhere) but last night i dreamt of a new aph oc for a california city i hadn’t personified, and now he exists.
because if my subconscious goblins did half the work when i wasn’t even contemplating creating him, who am i to deny them a new character?
