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[ It's a bustling summer day, like most days are in the small town of Portorosso. Alberto got sucked into it immediately, himself, when he'd first moved here a month ago. It took time (and, uh, many near-death experiences) until he'd found his groove living amongst the humans. He'd recently taken up a side job as a lifeguard (in training, of course) for the remainder of his first summer in Portorosso.

Instead of patrolling the beach, though, he's perched on top of the watch tower, eyes scanning the scene. He sees Louie lacing in and out of the crowds of local kids, distinctly noticing he's not a local kid. Alberto has at least seen pretty much every single person in Portorosso, even if he's not met everyone personally... Everyone in town all know who he is, though, that's for sure. Alberto lets his eyes follow this "out-of-towner," as he'd once been called himself — but speak of the devil, looks like Ercole Visconti got to him first. Guido and Ciccio are nowhere to be found, of course — they hadn't hung out with Ercole since he lost the race, and frankly, Alberto finds them both a lot more likable ever since. Ercole... Eh. He's still much the same. Just even more insecure than before, without a crown to wear. The older teen strides up to Louie confidently, standing contropposto with his hand on his hip, looking down on the newcomer as Louie pokes around in the sand, searching for... who knows what. ]

And just what are you doing, eh? If you're looking for treasure, forget it. This beach is locals only.

[ Alberto keeps watching the pair from afar, already sensing he's prooobably gonna have to step in sooner than later. Ercole's out there, still being Ercole, no matter what... Mamma mia... ]