TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ | Only Natural Diamonds
random hcs, facts, thingz.
He knows how to make great coffee, and maybe it’s a blessed hands kinda situation cuz no amount of explaining will help somebody else learn exactly how he does it;
His mother was a dance teacher for years, which makes him a pretty good salsa dancer ( or just a great dancer in general when he’s high and happy );
Customers can often find little notes inside albums and cds they bought, courtesy of César and his lack of things to do at the store ( usually the message says something like ‘hey this is the previous owner of this rare cd and u are haunted’ or ‘lucky hint for today: stay away from your car’, just4funsies ! )
He can fix pretty much anything, from a broken vinyl record player to a broken pipe;
He drives his mama's car ( aston martin vantage ) when he needs to pick up his sister from school and/or brother from work, but his bike ( yamaha xs750 ) is his fav thing in the whole world ( & yes, she has a name );
His brother was an addict, just like him, but César recovered first and now sponsors the older ( NA meetings are still a weekly thing for him, even though they take place on the previous city they lived in );
He smokes tobacco and marijuana only. No other drugs are allowed near him ( he literally steps away as soon as other substances are mentioned );
His mother’s disease is autoimmune and, since César and his brother got a job, she has been staying at home and focusing on her new hobby ( crocheting ! , so if you are a nice friend to him... yeah, u will get a gift from her );
He had many jobs over the years and lied in every single one of the interviews;
He used to hide his brother’s personal items to teach him about being messy, and now he does the same to his coworkers;
He eats lots of apples and tangerines ( his fav fruits ) and goes for a run in the morning more often than not;
He fakes signatures and autographs pretty well, often lying to customers about albums being rare because of the ( fake ) autograph on the cover;
He’s allergic to bees and latex;
He sucks at physics ( one of the reasons he gave up studying anything engineer related in college );
He plans on getting a degree, but only after his sister gets to high school.
The calm within Matilda was, above all, dense. César noticed that the first time they met, and to this day he believes that her aura – vibe, whatever – was responsible to keep him calm and avoid a very awkward situation; instead of asking the girl 'what the fuck are you doing inside my house? leave now', he asked his brother 'what the fuck is she doing inside our house?' and it was all good, settled. “ Good. ” He pointed to both cups, crossing arms next, defiant towards the challenge. “ You are old enough to drink, right? ” He knew the answer, of course, but: (a) picking on Matilda was mandatory; (b) this was a strategy to see her as a child and, hence, harmless; (c) he started drinking at fourteen, so what was the legal age, anyway? “ Go for it, Matilda, I trust your smart brain. ” And he did. And that was the problem: her potential was even bigger than her awkwardness.
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The crowd was attentive as ever, eyes following the three cups, mouths shutted in a thin line. César could feel the tension building up everytime he dared to make a move, just to go back with his wrist, putting cup B back in place and moving cup C instead. It was a silly game, really, one he pulled out during family gatherings to entertain his younger cousins, to keep the kids away from the pool for a couple of minutes after lunch. Usually the prize was very modest: a five dollar bill, a chocolate bar, or a very popular favourite, one package of strawberry gum. Adults, however, played for fun. Or frustration. Nobody was able to guess at the sixth try, and César gave up, laughing and surrendering himself. “ Look, I tried my best to make it easier for you guys… ” Three people started chanting then, asking for another chance, just one more, seven is my lucky number, man!, but César moved on, taking the cup A and cup B to be his companion near the mini fridge. He held the two cups and his hip flask, taking a sip from it, but not daring to make a face. “ New game, friends! YOU! ” Index finger pointed to a random man sitting on the couch. “ Will guess what drink I made for cup A and cup B, and, oh, yeah, this time there’s a prize… ” He took another big sip, still not telling how strong that unknown drink was. “ And I will keep it a secret, but just know I’m wearing it, so, good luck. ” Beer! “ Both cups? ” Yeah! “ Wrong. ” Beer and water with… sugar? “ Wrong.” Beer and beer with coke? “ Which kind of coke…? No, wrong! ” And so on. “Ok, next one to get it wrong will owe me a favour or ten bucks, I don’t care. TRY harder, people! ”
the curse is lifted! you are no a beast no more! congratulations! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you.