Miguel, in order to look more like a skeleton, tries to walk in a shaky manner, only for Hector to point out that skeletons don’t walk like that, and to that the kid replies “You walk like that” (naturally Hector tries to deny that).
Both are right: with so many skeletons around, only Hector walks in such a way; indeed, he doesn’t even wear shoes, and his feet don’t look all that right.
His heel bones look bigger than normal, and I bet that’s why he walks in such an awkward manner.
I’m glad that, by the end of the movie, they got him a pair of shoes.
The super cool guitar was a gift that Imelda made to Hector, maybe when he reached his 21 birthday (As far as I remember, the majority of age on Mexico was at 21 until a few years ago when they made it at 18) or on their wedding.
I’ve been thinking about this the past two days, but only had time to draw it in pencil on paper…
Hector must have found about about the whole song stealing thing at some point, right? It was probably a few years later when he started hearing them a lot… I also imagine he had two sleeves once upon a time, right?
So I started a little Coco fic. Here’s the opening scene, starting shortly after Miguel leaves the Land of the dead:
“I didn’t know she could pray that fast,”
Rosita whispered to Victoria.
“I did. When Coco got the flu she prayed for two days,” Victoria
replied as Imelda continued viciously shaking Héctor’s shoulders while
muttering prayer after prayer in increasingly desperate tones.
“I mean, he’s still here, that’s good, right?”
Oscar said.
“And his bones are even looking a little
better…hey, his bones are looking better!” Felipe said.
“In fact, I don’t think he’s done that shuddering-shimmer
for about two or three minutes now,” Julio added.
“Ah, Imelda?” Rosita asked. “Can you maybe…not…shake
him so hard?”
“He is looking better…I think,” Felipe added.
Imelda paused in her shaking and praying and
peered closely at Héctor, who put a hand to his head with a groan.
“My love, not that this is a bad thing but…why
are there two of you?” Héctor asked, squinting slightly.
Imelda frowned and promptly left go of Héctor’s
shoulders, dropping him to the ground with a sold crack as he landed.
“He’s fine,” she said flatly, dusting her
hands off on her apron as she stood.
“He’s fine!” Rosita cheered, hugging Felipe
and Oscar.
“I’m fine?” Héctor asked before sitting up and
cheering. “I’m fine! Miguel did it, oh, my Coco! My baby girl remembers me!” He flopped back on the ground,
hugging himself, “Oh my little Coco…”
“Should we give him a minute?” Julio asked.
“He’ll take an hour,” Imelda said, rolling her
eyes. “Héctor! We have business to attend to!”
“Right, right,” Héctor said, scrambling to his
feet. “…What business would that be, exactly?”
“Well,” Julio said, adjusting his hat, “We
just exposed one of the afterlife’s biggest celebrities as a murderer and an
artistically bankrupt song-stealer. Probably going to be some questions.”
“Ernesto!” Héctor said, shooting to his feet
and rolling up his sleeves. “Where did he go?”
“Oh no!” Imelda said, grabbing Héctor by the
collar. “You are not going to go starting fights!”
“Oh, says you!” Héctor said. “You hit him with
your shoe over me! I at least get to hit him with my fist over me!”
Stop talking and start doing: My Fallout Shelter for my Tumblr blog 