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O-okay, okay! All right!

[ He would be more suspicious if this man weren’t so obviously sad? A sad Eye man?? God.

He heads in through the painting, then, and stands for a moment behind the house walls. Then … slowly, carefully, heads the way Bruno said he should. ]

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[He gives the painting-back and side walls quick knocks before continuing behind him.]

It hasn't reached Casita just yet, but- Oh it will. It will, I saw it so there's no real stopping that, but I didn't think it'd be enough at the start to bring a whole person from outside, that's - I can't even figure that one out.

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[ Martin just. Stares a bit at that little ritual. ]

What? What hasn’t reached Casita yet?

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The cracks. [Like it's the most obvious thing.

Around a few turns until Martin has definitely lost track of his direction and it opens to a small room with old, neglected furniture and so many more rats.

The man is in full view now, short, wiry with longer black curls and eyes that don't seem to focus while he paces and gestures with his hands talking.]

I knew it was coming, just never knew when but I should've guessed since she's been getting older, so it was only a matter of time. But you being here is a crack in the magic, which means it's going to happen soon.

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[ Martin just sort of stumbles along, then, until he gets to that room and …

Oh. There is something DEEPLY familiar about this. Especially with this man in front of him looking the way he does. (Is it wrong that he kind of likes this look? This is a dream, right?) ]

Cracks. Okay. In - what magic, exactly.

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[Almost like if Jonah had allowed his hair to grow properly, not let it bother him.

But no, the man here is Not Jonah. He's just pacing circles, letting the rats jump onto and off of him, occasionally reaching to pet one here and there.]

In the encanto! The whole valley, the pueblo. This whole place is protected by magic. But they don't know, I didn't let Abuela see it, so they have no way to know it's coming.

[He makes some tchah tchah tchah noises in his teeth before stopping. Looking at Martin. Then looking at the rats.]

What d'you think, you think he's part of it? Or something else, maybe? Seems harmless enough.

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[ At least the rats seem friendly? Martin tentatively offers a hand to one of them.

And. You know. Stares at Bruno. ]

Are you. Are you talking to the rats?

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[The rat does sniff at the offered hand before jumping to climb up Martin's arm.]

Uh. Yeah? Who else would I be talking to?

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[ Cute. Martin reaches down to pet its little head. ]

I mean, most people where I come from don’t talk to rats. Or talk about magic at all.

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Well, then your place didn't have a miracle.

Or me. So.

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… We are definitely a place without miracles. Yes. That is 100% true.

[ Martin sighs a bit and leans on the back of that threadbare armchair. ]

Who are you, anyway?

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[Meanwhile, he's sorting to some of the rats, dolling out some of the food they brought. Gotta share, all of you.

But that question. He looks up at Martin in disbelief.]

You- You don't know me? Really?

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[ Does this blank face look like he knows you. ]

Absolutely not. Should I?

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Wow...

[He pets at another rat on his shoulder, but he's hunching in on himself a bit. Nervous, this guy is the definition of nervous.]

You are... really not from around here. Everyone knows who I am.

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[ Gosh. Maybe it’s his looks, but Martin is abruptly feeling a lot of sympathy for this poor nervous man. He gives him a gentle smile. ]

Well, I’m not from around here, and I don’t know who you are. Would you mind telling me?

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Uh.

[He hesitates, just wandering the room a bit, setting one of the rats onto a barrel]

I'm Bruno. Of the family Madrigal, the family who lives here. Out there. Abuela Alma has been leading the village out there since we found this place.

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Well, it’s nice to meet you, Bruno. My name’s Martin Sims.

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[This man is all nervous energy, the way he keeps circling the room, twitching and hunching, picking things up, putting them down, still widely gesturing with his hands while he talks.]

I'd say it's nice to meet you, but it's uh. It's still weird? Still have no idea how you appeared here which means you probably have no idea how to get out. Not that you gotta leave right away or anything, it's just, y'know, it's good to know?

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[ Gosh he reminds Martin SO MUCH of Jon. Just. Nervous? Twitchy? Like himself?

………is this their AU son or something. Goodness, what a thought. ]

Agreed on all points. Though I have some hope I’ll simply disappear once whatever’s going on burns itself out.

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Burns itself out, there's a thought. Don't even know what it is and- I mean, if I could find a place I could look, but I really don't want to, don't do it anymore, no good. No good, nothing good would come from that so don't even think about it.

[Yeah this is a guy who got really used to talking to himself. From the looks of it, it's been well over a decade.]

Why do you think you'll just disappear? Do you know what it is?

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[ Poor Bruno. The more Martin sees, the more sympathetic he is. ]

No, I have no idea, b-but I’m currently living in a place that pulled me in, and if I were to get shoved home, it would look like I disappeared randomly.

[ A beat. ]

What did you mean about looking?

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[He shakes his head, some of it ringing familiar. Some vision he had ages ago coming to the surface, but still feels like a dream.]

My gift, um. I-i see visions, but they're no good. Nobody liked 'em, they're garbage, so I stopped doing them.

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[ Oh. OH.

Martin’s eyes go wide at that. ]

Visions? Of - what?

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[He shrugs, shoulders up by his ears.]

The future. Literally nobody liked it though. Better I stay here.

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… Is that the only thing you See?