[ Lan Wangji hasn't even seen Alberto's penmanship yet and he's already planning writing and reading lessons. Oh, boy. ]
gentile sig. lan wangjii,
ok. i need to walk sofia first then see you in20min
ciao, Alberto
[ It does not take him twenty minutes... He leaves Lan Wangji waiting an extra fifteen minutes, and arrives looking a bit harried for it. He's a bit out of breath because he ran a ways here, feeling so bad he ran late because of his pet being stubborn, though he quickens his pace when he spots Lan Wangji outside the place requested, his breath forming thick clouds before his face in the cold air. He's dressed for the weather at least, though, thoroughly prepared for the snow now, clearly — even excessively so... He's wearing a slightly oversized raincoat over a brightly colored blue-and-purple striped pullover, brown gloves and a thick, red plaid muffler, a leather fur-lined bomber hat, classic yellow rainboots despite the utter lack of rain, just to protect himself thoroughly from snow on the ground, as well as embroidered blue jeans that are most definitely designed for little girls, but, uh... he liked the butterflies. No shame. He has almost zero inkling about human fashion norms, and received many disparate donations from kind souls concerned about why he has no winter wear; so basking in his new wardrobe, he's just been choosing individual articles of clothing he likes and throwing them together because he likes them, regardless of if the garments match each other or not. He lives for the now in every sense... even his fashion sense...
He's panting a bit by the time he approaches Lan Wangji, letting himself obviously rest before him once they meet. Running was probably entirely unnecessary, and he could have just sent a text saying he's gonna be a little late, but... that's not his style. No, no, his style is this, showing up in a ridiculous outfit out of breath after a long sprint for no real reason. ]
S-Sorry! I'm late! Signor! Sofia... tried to escape again...! I caught her. She's fine. Whew!
[ He straightens up, glancing around as he composes himself, a curious look coming over his face with an arched brow. ]
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gentile sig. lan wangjii,
ok.
i need to walk sofia first then
see you in20min
ciao,
Alberto
[ It does not take him twenty minutes... He leaves Lan Wangji waiting an extra fifteen minutes, and arrives looking a bit harried for it. He's a bit out of breath because he ran a ways here, feeling so bad he ran late because of his pet being stubborn, though he quickens his pace when he spots Lan Wangji outside the place requested, his breath forming thick clouds before his face in the cold air. He's dressed for the weather at least, though, thoroughly prepared for the snow now, clearly — even excessively so... He's wearing a slightly oversized raincoat over a brightly colored blue-and-purple striped pullover, brown gloves and a thick, red plaid muffler, a leather fur-lined bomber hat, classic yellow rainboots despite the utter lack of rain, just to protect himself thoroughly from snow on the ground, as well as embroidered blue jeans that are most definitely designed for little girls, but, uh... he liked the butterflies. No shame. He has almost zero inkling about human fashion norms, and received many disparate donations from kind souls concerned about why he has no winter wear; so basking in his new wardrobe, he's just been choosing individual articles of clothing he likes and throwing them together because he likes them, regardless of if the garments match each other or not. He lives for the now in every sense... even his fashion sense...
He's panting a bit by the time he approaches Lan Wangji, letting himself obviously rest before him once they meet. Running was probably entirely unnecessary, and he could have just sent a text saying he's gonna be a little late, but... that's not his style. No, no, his style is this, showing up in a ridiculous outfit out of breath after a long sprint for no real reason. ]
S-Sorry! I'm late! Signor! Sofia... tried to escape again...! I caught her. She's fine. Whew!
[ He straightens up, glancing around as he composes himself, a curious look coming over his face with an arched brow. ]
...What is this place?