[ He spins around from his latest costume change at that remark, insulted and taken aback. ]
I'm a very hard worker, thank you very much...! I worked in my friend's dad's pescheria. I'm a fisherman. Pretty much the best — next to my boss, of course.
[ There's pride in his voice at both his own fishing prowess and Massimo's. He pauses, narrowing his eyes, but tugs at the lapel of this coat huffily, turning his attention back to the mirror with a haughty look at himself and a tone of airy indignation in his voice. ]
Anyway, I've tried getting fishing jobs here, but no one will hire me. I met this guy with a seafood restaurant who referred me to a pescheria or two where he buys his fish from, plus I've talked to every fish monger I see in the market, and they all told me no. Everyone says I'm too young. Too young to do the thing I already know how to do...!
[ Suddenly all the weird nets and shells and all this random nautical crap in his room starts to make sense, maybe... Certainly explains the fucking perch he slapped in Amy's hand earlier. And the vague, faintly fishy smell that's almost always about him if you stand close enough, ahem. He is a pretty tall, strong kid, athletic build and freckled tan pointing indeed to a lot of working and playing outside back home... So even if he's still a bit of a gangly noodle with some muscle tone, it's not so hard to believe he's strong enough to man a fishing boat. It's more his personality that makes it hard to believe he hasn't, like... set the boat on fire or something. Spoiler: he has. ]
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[ He spins around from his latest costume change at that remark, insulted and taken aback. ]
I'm a very hard worker, thank you very much...! I worked in my friend's dad's pescheria. I'm a fisherman. Pretty much the best — next to my boss, of course.
[ There's pride in his voice at both his own fishing prowess and Massimo's. He pauses, narrowing his eyes, but tugs at the lapel of this coat huffily, turning his attention back to the mirror with a haughty look at himself and a tone of airy indignation in his voice. ]
Anyway, I've tried getting fishing jobs here, but no one will hire me. I met this guy with a seafood restaurant who referred me to a pescheria or two where he buys his fish from, plus I've talked to every fish monger I see in the market, and they all told me no. Everyone says I'm too young. Too young to do the thing I already know how to do...!
[ Suddenly all the weird nets and shells and all this random nautical crap in his room starts to make sense, maybe... Certainly explains the fucking perch he slapped in Amy's hand earlier. And the vague, faintly fishy smell that's almost always about him if you stand close enough, ahem. He is a pretty tall, strong kid, athletic build and freckled tan pointing indeed to a lot of working and playing outside back home... So even if he's still a bit of a gangly noodle with some muscle tone, it's not so hard to believe he's strong enough to man a fishing boat. It's more his personality that makes it hard to believe he hasn't, like... set the boat on fire or something.
Spoiler: he has.]