[ He's smug as he says this, stripping off the coat to try on the next as he continues. It's also obvious he's been eager for company... Can you tell? Excitable, gregarious kid. ]
So in the human town I moved to, every year there's a big race in the summer — a traditional Italian triathlon: swimming, bicycling, and eating pasta. It's called the Portorosso Cup. And every year, for five years straight, this guy won! And was a huge jerk about it, like he was better than everyone else, y'know? He was a bully. Huge jerk. Heh, this human girl me and Luca were friends with there, the one who got us in the contest in the first place — Giulia — she called it his "evil empire of injustice." Anyway, me and my friends joined the race and beat him! It was great! Even his two sidekicks turned against him in the end cuz he was such a jerk, hah! Ercole's "reign of terror" is finally over, haha!
[ He spins around admiring this raincoat as he gloats, a little too big, but he clearly doesn't seem displeased as he moves onto the next. Really, he doesn't look displeased by any of them, dazzled to have them at all, seemingly. ]
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[ He's smug as he says this, stripping off the coat to try on the next as he continues. It's also obvious he's been eager for company... Can you tell? Excitable, gregarious kid. ]
So in the human town I moved to, every year there's a big race in the summer — a traditional Italian triathlon: swimming, bicycling, and eating pasta. It's called the Portorosso Cup. And every year, for five years straight, this guy won! And was a huge jerk about it, like he was better than everyone else, y'know? He was a bully. Huge jerk. Heh, this human girl me and Luca were friends with there, the one who got us in the contest in the first place — Giulia — she called it his "evil empire of injustice." Anyway, me and my friends joined the race and beat him! It was great! Even his two sidekicks turned against him in the end cuz he was such a jerk, hah! Ercole's "reign of terror" is finally over, haha!
[ He spins around admiring this raincoat as he gloats, a little too big, but he clearly doesn't seem displeased as he moves onto the next. Really, he doesn't look displeased by any of them, dazzled to have them at all, seemingly. ]