[ Alberto's on board with that. He likes helping people. And it does bear repeating, because Amy has probably scarcely (if ever) seen Alberto wearing clothes that all properly fit him, in the few times they've met before this... I mean, the kid holds his pants up with a rope.
So that said, he's going to be extra discerning about what does and does not fit, even though he has a... pretty poor sense of that. He collects the bag and brings it over to the foot of his bed, where he flings open the bathroom door to reveal a full-length mirror hanging on the inside. This came with the room. But he's glad he has it. Though he mostly uses it to flex and make muscles in it like a dork.
He starts trying on clothes right away, separating things into Yes, No, and Maybe piles, surprisingly methodical here, making light chitchat as he does. ]
Heh, y'know— I don't really have a lot of clothes. I-I mean, hah, I didn't even have shoes until the weather started getting really bad and the sky was leaking all the time last month! I got, ehh— [ what's the word ] boots! But back in Portorosso, it was sunny most of the time. Even the huuu— err, even the other human kids didn't wear shoes sometimes! Didn't need 'em, heh, y'know?
[ Nice save, Alberto. No, it wasn't. He'll play it off like he's being specific because Amy obviously isn't human. But he's been so preoccupied in their meetings to ask, uh, what she is exactly... Today will probably be the day, finally in a more relaxed moment together. But first, yeah, he's gotta admire himself in the mirror, okay. Spinning around in each coat and smirking at himself. Seriously. A secret dork. Or maybe not-so-secret... Just a regular dork. ]
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[ Alberto's on board with that. He likes helping people. And it does bear repeating, because Amy has probably scarcely (if ever) seen Alberto wearing clothes that all properly fit him, in the few times they've met before this... I mean, the kid holds his pants up with a rope.
So that said, he's going to be extra discerning about what does and does not fit, even though he has a... pretty poor sense of that. He collects the bag and brings it over to the foot of his bed, where he flings open the bathroom door to reveal a full-length mirror hanging on the inside. This came with the room. But he's glad he has it.
Though he mostly uses it to flex and make muscles in it like a dork.He starts trying on clothes right away, separating things into Yes, No, and Maybe piles, surprisingly methodical here, making light chitchat as he does. ]
Heh, y'know— I don't really have a lot of clothes. I-I mean, hah, I didn't even have shoes until the weather started getting really bad and the sky was leaking all the time last month! I got, ehh— [ what's the word ] boots! But back in Portorosso, it was sunny most of the time. Even the huuu— err, even the other human kids didn't wear shoes sometimes! Didn't need 'em, heh, y'know?
[ Nice save, Alberto.
No, it wasn't.He'll play it off like he's being specific because Amy obviously isn't human. But he's been so preoccupied in their meetings to ask, uh, what she is exactly... Today will probably be the day, finally in a more relaxed moment together. But first, yeah, he's gotta admire himself in the mirror, okay. Spinning around in each coat and smirking at himself.Seriously. A secret dork. Or maybe not-so-secret... Just a regular dork.]