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"Tío, wait--"
Bruno turned slightly to regard Camilo over his shoulder, his eyes softening.
"What is it, Sobrino?" He asked gently, and Camilo sighed, stepping in front of him and swiping his thumb over the other's cheek, rolling his eyes playfully.
"What would you do without me? You had uh... Sand? Again?"
Bruno's cheeks flared red and he suddenly shook out his head. A waterfall of sand fell around him, and Camilo took a step back in shock.
"Uh, okay, looks like we need to... Probably... You know, do something about that?"
"We do?" Bruno looked honestly confused.
"We do."
