[He was doing his best to stay out of sight, albeit more for the children's sake than his own. For that reason, he was shocked to hear a familiar voice calling his name, and his hand abruptly stilled over the guitar's strings.]
Joaquin...?
[Peering over the table now, he tried to keep a low profile (with mixed success, given his hair's pronounced Sanchez curl), and scanned the area for the source of that voice. It didn't take long to pick Joaquin's bright blue uniform out of the remnants of tonight's party -- and the soldier was headed straight for him.
After hesitating a moment (he didn't want to draw too much attention to their hiding spot), he briefly waved to signal his location.]
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Joaquin...?
[Peering over the table now, he tried to keep a low profile (with mixed success, given his hair's pronounced Sanchez curl), and scanned the area for the source of that voice. It didn't take long to pick Joaquin's bright blue uniform out of the remnants of tonight's party -- and the soldier was headed straight for him.
After hesitating a moment (he didn't want to draw too much attention to their hiding spot), he briefly waved to signal his location.]