[ Alberto's face lights up at that. He hadn't forgotten, by any means, but he didn't want to just, y'know, cut to the chase... He's the tiniest bit polite, sometimes. But if Asriel isn't beating around the bush, then, well, neither will Alberto! He springs up in his bed, crossing his legs and clutching his feet anxiously in his hands, leaning forward excitedly with a dreamy grin. ]
Oh, yeah~! My present!Dai, what'd you make me, what'd you make me!
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Oh, yeah~! My present! Dai, what'd you make me, what'd you make me!
[ He's too excited. But somehow, it gives the impression that even if Asriel were about to give him a rock he painted a face on, Alberto would be thrilled about it, rather than like the bar is being set too high and he'll be easily disappointed for being so excited... And, furthermore, even if Asriel were to give Alberto just a rock with a face on it... look around his room... he'd love that. He has a jar full off cool rocks he's found hanging from some macramé string net off the ceiling just above Asriel's head, after all. He's grinning so expectantly, so dazzled, pressing on with no lack of enthusiasm, even more than usual. Something about it is clear Alberto doesn't receive many presents, really. Asriel could give him literal trash and he wouldn't know the difference, would be appreciative all the same. ]