[ Okay, something's starting to seem really weird... Camilo's brow furrows, casting a discerning eye over his little brother, still wearing his image... but not an expression Antonio would normally wear. ]
Who're who?
[ It's not even registering that Antonio is referring to the list of names Camilo just rattled off. That's so far from a possibility in his mind, it does not occur to him that that could ever be what Antonio meant. He's certain he's just... missing something here, somehow... But a vague, disconcerting feeling is growing in his gut steadily, and it draws his voice a little tauter than the friendly, energetic vibe he's served so far. ]
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[ Okay, something's starting to seem really weird... Camilo's brow furrows, casting a discerning eye over his little brother, still wearing his image... but not an expression Antonio would normally wear. ]
Who're who?
[ It's not even registering that Antonio is referring to the list of names Camilo just rattled off. That's so far from a possibility in his mind, it does not occur to him that that could ever be what Antonio meant. He's certain he's just... missing something here, somehow... But a vague, disconcerting feeling is growing in his gut steadily, and it draws his voice a little tauter than the friendly, energetic vibe he's served so far. ]