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[prontissimo]

i hate this

the sky has been leaking for DAYs... WEEKS??

it's so cold my eyes are frozen!

i hate this weird white water

i want to go outside...



[ A photo of a colored pencil drawing is attached... depicting Alberto "(in a blanket)" beside his familiar Carlo and his pet compsognathus Sofia, trapped inside his home "(forever?)," labeled "cold, alone... and fed up!" beneath falling snow — AKA "weird white water??? (every day...!!!)" — outside the window... All of them clearly "very unhappy" — the sheer image of misery itself. ]

SO!
let's trade!!!
anyone who can help me find or make something like this, i'll cook you food or something, whatever, we'll talk......
but as soon as possible,
i need one of THESE:



[ Another image is attached of Alberto wearing what... seems to be a diver's suit? Or something??? Holding a "giant umbrella" in one hand and Sofia on a leash in a harness in the other, Carlo floating above, all "dry, safe, warm, and NOT at home..." There's still plenty of snow white water around them, "but not on Alberto!" Most importantly, though, in this drawing, they're all happy! — as... baffling as it is to anyone else, surely... No thanks, no niceties, just complaints and demands, urgent, desperate, and maybe a little, um, bizarre? Un po. The kid's gone mad with cabin fever, possibly? This is... well... th-this is something. Definitely something. Ahem. ]

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[sos_pilot]

[ And right now, this is all she really needs - the sort of childlike, simplistic way of kicking a bad thought to the curb. It won't be permanent, but few things in life are. Kids have such a great, easy way of thinking and it's times like this that made Della wish growing up was merely an option.

She slaps her hands on her hips, and yells with Alberto, even though their throats will be in sooo much pain tomorrow morning. ]

I CAN'T HEAR A WORD HE'S SAYING! THERE IS NO BRUNO HERE!

[prontissimo]

Whoooo~!

[ Alberto throws his fists in the air triumphantly, whopping, face scrunched in high energy, but rushes to grab Della by the wrist unannounced, and drags her suddenly back toward the center of the room. ]

All right, then! Andiamo!

[ He releases her just to rush off and climb under his crazy window decorations again, fumbling to open the window with lots of loud tinkling as his squirming around under the sail-turned-curtain disturbs all the trinkets in the net. He emerges again pretty quickly, though, sliding the ice sled back inside through the window, and turns to face her with a wide, almost mischievous grin. ]

Let's go do the slev!

[ The what

But he's excited to go "slevving" at least, now, that he doesn't need to hide himself anymore... Quick turnaround. The power of a few hugs, eh? ]

[sos_pilot]

The slev? ... Oh! Right!

[ Eh, she can correct him later. The fun part is the important part, especially now that they're hopped up on FUN ENERGY! ]

Let's go! I'm gunna teach you the ins and outs, the ups and downs, and then we'll find the highest hill with the steepest bottom!

[ She races to the doorway, ready to fling it open and adventure into the night! And maybe catch a cold. That's future Della's problem. ]

ONWARD, ALBERTO!