*Cesar's face morphs into one of surprise, before he scrambles for the bag. He takes heavy fire: he can feel the itching sensation of paper scraps and confetti sneaking under his collar already.*
*There's a stumble and a fantastic slide (which he was privately very proud of afterwards), and the bag is in Cesar's hands. Trying to get some distance and not be such a sitting target, he scrambles behind a computer table, and lobs a pair of eggs over its surface at once.*
*Cascarones. A cherished cultural and family ritual throughout the ears? Check. A private way the Salazar kids (And occasionally adopted uncle) would use to have modified 'snowball fights' during the Summer? Also check.*
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*Cesar's face morphs into one of surprise, before he scrambles for the bag. He takes heavy fire: he can feel the itching sensation of paper scraps and confetti sneaking under his collar already.*
*There's a stumble and a fantastic slide (which he was privately very proud of afterwards), and the bag is in Cesar's hands. Trying to get some distance and not be such a sitting target, he scrambles behind a computer table, and lobs a pair of eggs over its surface at once.*
*Cascarones. A cherished cultural and family ritual throughout the ears? Check. A private way the Salazar kids (And occasionally adopted uncle) would use to have modified 'snowball fights' during the Summer? Also check.*