[ with his seventh-grade level education, there is probably too much that daniel doesn't understand at his age of seventeen. but having spent a few years already rubbing shoulders with all manner of thugs and well-meaning locals, he has at least amassed a decent degree of street smarts.
it's why he doesn't immediately jump to entering the letters of his name in the chat box despite being prompted to. the phone he's using is a burner and not so easily traced back to him, but he has reason to doubt finn's publicly available phone number is connected to the same. ]
Super wolf is asking
[ finn should remember the 13-year-old brat from his bud-farming days and his fixation with wolves. ]
Dunno how many Finn McNamaras there are but the one I'm looking for smokes a lotta pot and smells like ass.
[ the ferocity of finn sitting up in bed causes an avalanche of empty water bottles on mt.nightstand. super wolf. there's no fucking way. it'd been, what, a year or so since his last attempt at contacting daniel? back then it had resulted in a resounding nothing that riled up the worst theories in his head. he had lied awake with them on many nights before finally settling on the one that allowed him to sleep again. daniel had simply moved on. ]
You motherfucker
[ his eyes return to the sketch with new fondness now knowing its origins and inspiration. it's an improvement from the doodle scrawled on the back of the first postcard daniel had ever sent. finn still keeps it safely tucked in the visor of his brother's truck where a glimpse at his own reflection often lands him in the white sands of puerto lobos, imagining the grit at his feet.
a familiar ache in his chest has him switching on a light and lighting up again. ]
How kind of you letting me know you're still alive, lil man Missed your silly ass
[ fuck. it's been so long since he's had any contact with anyone from back home that seeing finn's elation expressed through the screen of his phone is enough to make his chest feel tight. despite making a life for himself in mexico, making new friends, seeing and experiencing new things, he thinks about the people he has been forced to leave behind every damn day.
he misses his family. he misses home. he misses every single tangible thing or person that otherwise still connect him to his brother's memory. finn included. ]
Sorry, been kinda hard staying in one place. Things are fucked up around here.
My birthday is in a few weeks. Guys are taking me out to a cool club in one of the big cities. Wish u could come...
[ daniel's got guys. plans. the drive to celebrate the passing of another waypoint through time even against the worst of odds. the kid's fucking incredible.
finn fumbles his phone to brush a long tangle of loose waves and dreads from his face. the undercut of yesteryear is long overgrown. the bulk of it all suddenly feels cumbersome with the heat building in his face, searing the backs of his eyes. ]
I wouldn't miss your quinceañera for nothing
[ the ease of which they default to brotherly banter stokes the blaze in his chest. parched, finn knocks around more clutter and plastic bottles in search for one, solitary swig of some sort of liquid. fucking pasties, man. ]
Just tell me where I've got a 15 minute noogie ready to rep every year of your life
[ unbridled by his debt to society and now a little less broke, there's no reason finn wouldn't be there if that's what daniel wants.
finn would be the first to make such an offer, and it causes a stir deep in his chest. it's hard enough even reaching his grandparents and his mom, all of whom he might never see again because of how great the risk, so daniel had long since boxed away prospects of visiting in the near or far future.
the thought of having someone he'd only known for a few months when he was a kid (he is still a kid) tugs at emotions that had laid dormant for so long, reminding him how lonely he actually is. ]
Dude, quinceañerO
[ he's partly concerned. it's not like he's living in the safest place in the world, but knowing finn, the guy never erred on the side of caution and likely hasn't made any efforts to change his lifestyle. as long as daniel is around, nothing bad would happen to him anyway. ]
We got an airbnb booked in Guaymas
U'd really come? No joke?
[ he doesn't want to let loose his hopes of reconnecting with a part of his past yet, but it's happening. he's getting his hopes up. ]
[ another window is already open on finn's phone gathering info on costs for a bus ticket from san diego to guaymas. it's going to be a looong ride, but it'll be far more luxurious than scoring an empty boxcar on the rails. that booked airbnb sounds like he'll be able to bum around there for the $free.99, too. coincidentally, finn and daniel's birthdays aren't that far apart (that aries fire, baby!). so it's totally doable if finn hounds his bros for a little birthday cheddar to cover the cost of an expedited passport (the legal way is such a hassle for fuck's sake).
he may have joked about a 15-year-old girl's quinceañera, but this really is a milestone birthday for little man if his math's correct. daniel's going to be 18 fucking years old, older than Sean ever was... and well, fuck...
the phone drops into a heap of finn's sheets, freeing up his hands to smother the fire in his eyes. it'll be a while before he responds again. ]
Just like that? Ur gonna come all the way down here and stay with me? For how long? What if they don't let u
[ he doesn't get an immediate reply, and instead of anxiously waiting for confirmation that this could happen for real, he continues: ]
I wanna show u Mexico Finn Ur gonna love the food The wild parties too! And the beaches I think u will really like it Plus u will be safe with me, I promise
If u stay for a while, I'll take u to Puerto Lobos
[ take him to see sean, where he's been laid to rest and buried within the grounds of their father's old, rundown estate. so far away from home, and so very far away from esteban's own grave. daniel's never even seen it, but he's content with carrying his memory in ink on his chest instead. ]
[ zoning out commences with finn spread eagle, watching the smoke from his joint weave together constellations from the kernels of the popcorn ceiling. he's still aware of the vibrations of his phone, eager like the prodding of a child. it's easiest to imagine daniel as the boy he once knew; that shaggy mop of hair, the bandana knotted around his neck, and the way his eyes would light up from the kindling of wild tales. the perspective was a new one for finn, having always been the little one. it was exhilarating to see parts of himself emulated, even if it wasn't always for the best...
how would things be now?
in an empty room, a smoky murmur finally answers back: ]
Just a minute, little man...
[ he sleeps on it – everything – despite falling asleep with his mind already made. the texts he finally reads are... fucking adorable. he's picturing little daniel again with those big baby cow brown eyes catching rays through the redwoods. ]
First off Who's they and what motherfucking army? Ain't nothing bout to stop this reunion from happening It's my WHITE AMERICAN RIGHT to gallivant as I see fit My dues are paid here so fuck it
[ finn takes too long to reply, daniel idly notes to himself when he receives his texts later on in the day. he is at the beach, curling his toes in the white sand as he nurses an energy drink he'd nabbed from an oblivious tourist's cooler. he'd come out to clear his head, shake any excess of unnecessary thoughts of the past that could potentially put his headspace at risk.
he is at least partly comforted by how evidently little finn has changed, if he has changed at all in the years they haven't spoke. still a free, rebellious spirit. he even looks the same where daniel in so many ways barely shares a resemblance with his 13-year-old self. ]
Don't forget, white american boys gallivanting on mexican soils are just gringos who speak janky ass spanish [ in other words: ] Easy pickings Better stick close to me while ur here U ok sharing a room with me right?
[ an image will appear in their text window moments later, featuring daniel from the neck down in all of his full-grown glory. at the angle in which he frames himself, his tattoos are conveniently obscured; most of the ink is tucked under articles of simple clothing and the bandana tied secure around his wrist.
his intention is to demonstrate one thing: he is older now and has long since filled out in places that should otherwise prove his maturation as a man. he is rather lithe still, but a lot taller and broader in the shoulders than when finn had last seen him in-person. ]
[ minutes elapse between responses, finn eventually returning as a fresher version of himself. he's squinting down at his phone while toweling off his hair. there's something he wants to say in janky ass spanish about his admittedly janky ass spanish, but grade 10 conjugation halts abruptly when his eyes fall upon this dude. ]
Can't see you behind the rando lol
[ finn zooms in with a puzzled tilt to his head, he can't make out why he feels fucked up by what he's seeing. so even a superwolf can't escape the effects of time... ]
[ or sean for that matter, but a shopping list is a whole 'nother story. the note app's open on his phone: chocohs, doubstuffed, mt.dew, pepto b, condoms... just to start, of course. ]
You let me know if there's anything else I'm off to work. Gotta deliver double on the rizz to fund the BIG trip Stay tuned, sweetheart 👁
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it's why he doesn't immediately jump to entering the letters of his name in the chat box despite being prompted to. the phone he's using is a burner and not so easily traced back to him, but he has reason to doubt finn's publicly available phone number is connected to the same. ]
Super wolf is asking
[ finn should remember the 13-year-old brat from his bud-farming days and his fixation with wolves. ]
Dunno how many Finn McNamaras there are but the one I'm looking for smokes a lotta pot and smells like ass.
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You motherfucker
[ his eyes return to the sketch with new fondness now knowing its origins and inspiration. it's an improvement from the doodle scrawled on the back of the first postcard daniel had ever sent. finn still keeps it safely tucked in the visor of his brother's truck where a glimpse at his own reflection often lands him in the white sands of puerto lobos, imagining the grit at his feet.
a familiar ache in his chest has him switching on a light and lighting up again. ]
How kind of you letting me know you're still alive, lil man
Missed your silly ass
[ so, so fucking much. ]
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he misses his family. he misses home. he misses every single tangible thing or person that otherwise still connect him to his brother's memory. finn included. ]
Sorry, been kinda hard staying in one place. Things are fucked up around here.
My birthday is in a few weeks. Guys are taking me out to a cool club in one of the big cities. Wish u could come...
Cus I miss u too dude. Really. Bad smell and all.
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finn fumbles his phone to brush a long tangle of loose waves and dreads from his face. the undercut of yesteryear is long overgrown. the bulk of it all suddenly feels cumbersome with the heat building in his face, searing the backs of his eyes. ]
I wouldn't miss your quinceañera for nothing
[ the ease of which they default to brotherly banter stokes the blaze in his chest. parched, finn knocks around more clutter and plastic bottles in search for one, solitary swig of some sort of liquid. fucking pasties, man. ]
Just tell me where
I've got a 15 minute noogie ready to rep every year of your life
[ unbridled by his debt to society and now a little less broke, there's no reason finn wouldn't be there if that's what daniel wants.
and really, finn wants it too. ]
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finn would be the first to make such an offer, and it causes a stir deep in his chest. it's hard enough even reaching his grandparents and his mom, all of whom he might never see again because of how great the risk, so daniel had long since boxed away prospects of visiting in the near or far future.
the thought of having someone he'd only known for a few months when he was a kid (he is still a kid) tugs at emotions that had laid dormant for so long, reminding him how lonely he actually is. ]
Dude, quinceañerO
[ he's partly concerned. it's not like he's living in the safest place in the world, but knowing finn, the guy never erred on the side of caution and likely hasn't made any efforts to change his lifestyle. as long as daniel is around, nothing bad would happen to him anyway. ]
We got an airbnb booked in Guaymas
U'd really come? No joke?
[ he doesn't want to let loose his hopes of reconnecting with a part of his past yet, but it's happening. he's getting his hopes up. ]
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[ another window is already open on finn's phone gathering info on costs for a bus ticket from san diego to guaymas. it's going to be a looong ride, but it'll be far more luxurious than scoring an empty boxcar on the rails. that booked airbnb sounds like he'll be able to bum around there for the $free.99, too. coincidentally, finn and daniel's birthdays aren't that far apart (that aries fire, baby!). so it's totally doable if finn hounds his bros for a little birthday cheddar to cover the cost of an expedited passport (the legal way is such a hassle for fuck's sake).
he may have joked about a 15-year-old girl's quinceañera, but this really is a milestone birthday for little man if his math's correct. daniel's going to be 18 fucking years old, older than Sean ever was... and well, fuck...
the phone drops into a heap of finn's sheets, freeing up his hands to smother the fire in his eyes. it'll be a while before he responds again. ]
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What if they don't let u
[ he doesn't get an immediate reply, and instead of anxiously waiting for confirmation that this could happen for real, he continues: ]
I wanna show u Mexico Finn
Ur gonna love the food
The wild parties too! And the beaches
I think u will really like it
Plus u will be safe with me, I promise
If u stay for a while, I'll take u to Puerto Lobos
[ take him to see sean, where he's been laid to rest and buried within the grounds of their father's old, rundown estate. so far away from home, and so very far away from esteban's own grave. daniel's never even seen it, but he's content with carrying his memory in ink on his chest instead. ]
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how would things be now?
in an empty room, a smoky murmur finally answers back: ]
Just a minute, little man...
[ he sleeps on it – everything – despite falling asleep with his mind already made. the texts he finally reads are... fucking adorable. he's picturing little daniel again with those big baby cow brown eyes catching rays through the redwoods. ]
First off
Who's they and what motherfucking army?
Ain't nothing bout to stop this reunion from happening
It's my WHITE AMERICAN RIGHT to gallivant as I see fit
My dues are paid here so fuck it
Lil dude
This is happening
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he is at least partly comforted by how evidently little finn has changed, if he has changed at all in the years they haven't spoke. still a free, rebellious spirit. he even looks the same where daniel in so many ways barely shares a resemblance with his 13-year-old self. ]
Don't forget, white american boys gallivanting on mexican soils are just gringos who speak janky ass spanish
[ in other words: ] Easy pickings
Better stick close to me while ur here
U ok sharing a room with me right?
[ an image will appear in their text window moments later, featuring daniel from the neck down in all of his full-grown glory. at the angle in which he frames himself, his tattoos are conveniently obscured; most of the ink is tucked under articles of simple clothing and the bandana tied secure around his wrist.
his intention is to demonstrate one thing: he is older now and has long since filled out in places that should otherwise prove his maturation as a man. he is rather lithe still, but a lot taller and broader in the shoulders than when finn had last seen him in-person. ]
Btw
Not so 'lil' anymore am I?
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Can't see you behind the rando lol
[ finn zooms in with a puzzled tilt to his head, he can't make out why he feels fucked up by what he's seeing. so even a superwolf can't escape the effects of time... ]
Feels unreal
Lil big man 💔
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Might even be taller than u now
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[ most guys are... ]
But yeah, to backtrack
[ recovering from the shock of that revelation. ]
I don't mind sharing a room with you, [ little man ] D u d e
I'm real compact, easy to store and shit
You got any American brand bday wishes you want me to procure before I get there?
Chock-o-crisps??
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Fuck yeah I want chock o crisps
Can't believe u still remember those are my favorite
[ it's not like daniel didn't complain about not having any every other day back at the farm... ]
Dude can u believe double stuffed oreos are harder to find here than chock o crisps
mountain dew too
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[ or sean for that matter, but a shopping list is a whole 'nother story. the note app's open on his phone: chocohs, doubstuffed, mt.dew, pepto b, condoms... just to start, of course. ]
You let me know if there's anything else
I'm off to work. Gotta deliver double on the rizz to fund the BIG trip
Stay tuned, sweetheart 👁