[Tuco is a little busy in his attempts to reach the bottom of his glass for him immediately take note of Wander. All he dully registers, is that where once there was a stool, there is now a slightly taller (and significantly more orange) stool. In fact, it's actually the crinkling of the chips packet that eventually does it. His eyebrows jump up around about the same time his head turns.
There's a soft clink as his glass connects with his teeth. Then, after a brief pause, another couple, because apparently it's kind of hard to take a sip when you're chuckling. Surrendering, Tuco lowers his hand, giving his head a tiny shake as if he can't quite believe what he's seeing.]
Go ahead, chango. I wanna hear it. [He makes a slow, deliberate swoop of a gesture with his glass.] What the hell are you supposed to be?
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There's a soft clink as his glass connects with his teeth. Then, after a brief pause, another couple, because apparently it's kind of hard to take a sip when you're chuckling. Surrendering, Tuco lowers his hand, giving his head a tiny shake as if he can't quite believe what he's seeing.]
Go ahead, chango. I wanna hear it. [He makes a slow, deliberate swoop of a gesture with his glass.] What the hell are you supposed to be?