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CAMILO HAS ALWAYS BEEN A BOY WITH NO SHAME for the eyes of those who are sharp and observant. Or at least he is, whenever it is something that deeply concerns the girl occupying his thoughts almost every hour that allegedly passed by like a flowing coast of pigmented river streams. Celeste was one of Camilo's foremost priorities aside from his family, she had a special dwelling in his heart.
Camilo cared for her, much additionally than one would expect him to. He'd check her out every passing duration whenever he feels the slightest warmth of her everlasting and charming presence that almost the whole town is fond of, he'll do his very best to please her in every way that he could, even if it means he'll have to lose something on the way.
He'd go through any possible lengths just to be able to give his señorita whatever the fuck she wants. He was that drunken and beguiled by her whole existence, being inlove with her was a thing he didn't dare regret. He adored and loved Celeste dearly, but an unknown commodity forced him to not make it seem that obvious that he was desperately trying to earn her affection and love.
And with all honesty, he would even have the complete gut to jump over a roof just to get a single flower petal that the girl of his dream desires to have, in which he's done stupidly before and almost died if it wasn't for his otherworldly house, Casita whooping his ass.
Camilo knew his señorita very well, considering that he and Celeste have been acquaintanced ever since they learned how to walk, they've known each other since diapers even.
And by the time Camilo reached puberty, only then did his attachment and adoration for her blossomed in a tremendous mount, almost resembling that of an undying sprout of dandelions that are waiting to be admired despite being, like any other, a normal boy who's deeply in love with a girl who just isn't ready to acknowledge him nor his affections just yet.
Celeste was exactly like that, a meek girl who sees herself only as the personification of her family's scapegoat. She didn't have the time nor sufficient enlightenment to think of Camilo that seriously because, in all honesty, she's a very busy teenager who, above all, prioritizes her family— father and brother who doesn't have enough time to even deal with her nor their own family's personal affairs.
Because the whole townlet of Encanto has their eyes snooping in their family business and constantly bearing their hands to them for assistance like they do to the Madrigals.
La familiá Cleofe was just like the Madrigals, but without the magic. They aren't the slightest bit ordinary and prosaic because the family itself has their own problems to handle, in which are only told to those who are trusted enough. And distinction to be even compared to the normal town folks of the village was far too insulting for the familiá Cleofe.
The matriarch of the Cleofe family, Lumier Cleofe, is a person respected since he is one of the few people who supported Alma Madrigal prevail throughout the whole start of civilizing the magical village of Encanto.
