[ There's a flash across Alberto's face at that remark, a genuine but lopsided grin spreading across his face as his eyes light up. For as many friends as he's had over — which is more than all the people he knew total back home, really — this is the first time anyone has actually complimented his place outright, rather than just gawking, overwhelmed, without comment. Everyone has liked it — but no one has said so... until now. The kid craves validation and just the briefest blip of expression on his face shows that, even if it's quickly covered up by a smug smirk, half-lidded eyes making deliberate eye contact as he regains his composure. ]
Yeahhh, I've been collecting for a while~ Make yourself at home, ragazzo. You want espresso? Before we start, uh— all that.
[ He waves a hand at the shopping bags, smirk stuck in place now. He's actually a bit eager to try on whatever Jade has brought. He's never heard of a raincoat, which sounds like a total game-changer for him, and he's certainly never had anyone take his measurements or shop for him or anything... He got some new clothes once he moved in with Massimo, but even those were cheap, hand-me-downs, or thrifted. Apart from that? Shit he found in the sea, on the shore, pilfered from boats, docks, dead bodies — who knows where. And before that...? Shorts woven from seaweed. Fashion at all is a novelty he's not even come close to exploring yet. He owns one (1) pair of boots and zero (0) pairs of socks. It's a hard-knock life... like, for no reason.
He gestures at the chaise lounge for Jade to make himself comfortable, but does stop himself, and points at his bed in the corner of the room, cocking a brow as a wry tone sneaks in, and while his smile becomes more a half-smile, the good humor stays. ]
Oh, uh— watch out for your feet. Sofia's under the bed right now but... if she comes out... Let me know — there's a cod in the fridge. You can give it to her. Then she'll like you— maybe.
[ Inspires... a lot of confidence... From context clues from his artistic post online, Jade can infer Sofia is... some kind of... pet... lizard... monster? A dinosaur. A pet dinosaur. And apparently not a particularly nice one. But that's neither here nor there. That's not why they're here together today. ]
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Yeahhh, I've been collecting for a while~ Make yourself at home, ragazzo. You want espresso? Before we start, uh— all that.
[ He waves a hand at the shopping bags, smirk stuck in place now. He's actually a bit eager to try on whatever Jade has brought. He's never heard of a raincoat, which sounds like a total game-changer for him, and he's certainly never had anyone take his measurements or shop for him or anything... He got some new clothes once he moved in with Massimo, but even those were cheap, hand-me-downs, or thrifted. Apart from that? Shit he found in the sea, on the shore, pilfered from boats, docks,
dead bodies— who knows where. And before that...? Shorts woven from seaweed. Fashion at all is a novelty he's not even come close to exploring yet. He owns one (1) pair of boots and zero (0) pairs of socks. It's a hard-knock life... like, for no reason.He gestures at the chaise lounge for Jade to make himself comfortable, but does stop himself, and points at his bed in the corner of the room, cocking a brow as a wry tone sneaks in, and while his smile becomes more a half-smile, the good humor stays. ]
Oh, uh— watch out for your feet. Sofia's under the bed right now but... if she comes out... Let me know — there's a cod in the fridge. You can give it to her. Then she'll like you— maybe.
[ Inspires... a lot of confidence... From context clues from his artistic post online, Jade can infer Sofia is... some kind of... pet... lizard... monster?
A dinosaur. A pet dinosaur.And apparently not a particularly nice one. But that's neither here nor there. That's not why they're here together today. ]