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[letmewin]

Howdy, Alberto!

I have a present for you! Can I see you at your room at the inn soon?

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[prontissimo]

[ A present...? Well... That's not something Alberto is used to, that's for sure... And totally at random, too! Best that it's a text conversation because he'd be embarrassed to show the honest wistful look on his face receiving this message. ]

really?!yeah!! im home 🤩😲🤠

[ No relation to the "Howdy," of course. Alberto just likes that emoji's hat... ]

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[letmewin]

( He smiles in excitement at his response, already beginning to head out the door. )

Okay! I'll see you soon. ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) ʕ•̀ω•́ʔ✧

( He can't help but send his own emotes in response before putting his phone away. Asriel will start making his way to the inn then, and it won't be long before Alberto hears a knock at his door. He's just sort of carefully tucked his present away to keep it safe for now. )

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[prontissimo]

[ Alberto doesn't bother responding, charmed as he is by those weird emojis he's never seen. He thinks the second one looks rather like Asriel and it makes him smile. The Everything Machine continues to astound him in new ways every day, man...

But when he hears the knock, he's fast to his feet, and flings the door open with a hopeful smile, which widens into a lopsided grin when he sees, indeed, it's Asriel. He'd not been doing anything in particular for once... When it's Alberto hitting Asriel up, he always makes it seem like his life is just nonstop excitement!!!!!! But... Asriel hitting him up out of the blue? He caught Alberto in the middle of just lying in his bed, playing opera on his phone, staring at the ceiling, picking at his toes... A surprisingly candid moment, transparent in just how low energy Alberto seems compared to usual — though that's swelling, surely, even in just the way he jumps to answer the door. A present! For him! For no reason! And, y'know— company is always welcome. If anyone's gonna interrupt him picking his nose and piddling away his time alone, he's glad it's Asriel, gifts or no. ]

Heyyy, man! C'min!

[ He waves the boy in, opening his arms onto the room to gesture his welcome. The room is as chaotic as ever. He may have even gotten more stuff since Asriel was last over, who knows what... But regardless of clutter, it's somehow an oddly still scene. Carlo's nowhere to be seen, and neither is Sofia. It's just Alberto and his arias floating through the air, killing time. ]

[letmewin]

( It's true that Alberto's place is always a lot. It makes him wonder just how much of the human world he's seen before coming here. At the least, Asriel has read about museums, and if he'd had seen one before, he's sure that it's what it would remind him of. Still, he doesn't take too much time to look around. He came here for a reason, and he wants to focus on that. On top of wanting to give him a gift, he had some things to talk about - some things he wanted to tell him. )

Hi there, Alberto! ( He greets his friend happily, small tail wagging as he walks in. The music is nice, he notes -- pretty. It's just another thing that makes him feel far more alive and happy since the moment he had first woken up as a flower. But, that feels like a whole other life at this point in time. )

Thanks for letting me come over.

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[ Alberto smiles back, noting Asriel's little tail wagging as he shuts the door behind him. Cute. Alberto misses having a tail sometimes — not that his own tail is gone or anything, and he can always just go get a little wet if he really wants to see it. He can always feel it regardless, after all. He's gotten used to the feeling of "phantom tail," though, as he calls it... It's a weird feeling to dwell on, and again makes him vaguely wonder what Asriel would look like if he could make the Change and look human, too. It's a weird relief knowing someone with a tail... Who knows why that's comforting.

The young monster shrugs and returns to his spot on the bed, plopping down gracelessly with a soft "oomph." He does at least turn to rest on his side to face Asriel though, as he gets comfortable again, propping himself on his elbow with his cheek cupped in his hand, the image of laziness comfort. He gestures loosely with his free hand toward the chaise lounge or the desk chair nearby it, motioning for Asriel to take a seat. ]

Yeah, of course — you can always come over any time.

[ Something vague in the way he says this makes it sound, if Asriel can pick up on it through the airs he always puts on, that Alberto might be actually a bit extra eager for company, before he continues laughingly. ]

I, uh— I put Sofia away before you came over. Sooo, if you need to go to the bathroom, uh— don't?

[ guhirdjfk he's joking, he's joking, signature smirk in place as he waves a nonchalant hand toward the shut bathroom door at the end of his bed. Always trying to make things seem lighthearted, this one.

...But no, really, there's a tiny cranky dinosaur trapped in there, even crankier that she's been trapped. Don't go in there unannounced. Ahem. ]

Text, around the 23rd or 24th

[pricklybloom]

Hey, are you at home right now?

[prontissimo]

yeah i am
why whats up

[pricklybloom]

Okay. I'm gonna drop by in a little bit. Stay put.

[ And that's all the answer he's going to get for a while. But true to her word, a few minutes Alberto will hear a knock on his door, announcing her presence. ]

[prontissimo]

[ He's strangely excited, though he's not sure why she's coming... But the mystery is enticing. So he's quick on his feet to answer the door when he hears her knock. He flings it open wearing much warmer clothes than the last time she'd seen him, and a wide smile to match. He likes surprises, okay, this is special, people aren't often just popping by Alberto's place...! ]

Ciao~!

[pricklybloom]

[ When Alberto opens the door, Amy smiles, both glad to see that he's wearing some warmer clothes and for her own excitement as she holds her arms behind her back. ]

Hey there! I brought something for you. [ Bringing one arm out, she holds up a decorative basket. ] I hope you like cookies!

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto's smile is wiped off his face momentarily just out of shock, eyes going wide. A gift...? A basket of a million cookies...?! For him?!

His eyes search hers curiously for a split second, a surprisingly mild reaction for someone usually so enthusiastic — like... he's not used to receiving gifts...? So not used to it that he's stunned and bemused?

But he shakes that off quickly enough as a wide, bright grin spreads over his face, breaking eye contact to let his eyes drift back down to the cookies as he accepts the basket with both hands. He meets her gaze again with an endearing earnestness that suits him far better than the cocky front he's so often putting on. ]

Eheh~! Y-You made these?! Why? Hah, I-I mean— This is amazing, heh~! Thank you...!

dec 25

[letmewin]

( Alberto will find present wrapped up outside of his door on December 25th. He had noticed the camera in his room, so he had thought a seashell photo album to fill up might be extra special. Only, the note doesn't say it's from him!

To: Alberto
From: Santa

See? You were a good kid, after all. )

omg this is so sweet. asriel gets nothing cuz alberto's ignorant lol but ty i love this~

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto's shook when he finds the gift... He didn't even consider that it might have been Asriel that left the gift. Asriel didn't tell him that other people give each other gifts on Christmas. Asriel just told him about Santa, and Alberto trusts Asriel, therefore, this gift must really be from this alleged Santa... Alberto had been so certain he was practically irrevocably a bad kid, at least to the degree that he messes up enough times throughout the year to not be rewarded for being a good kid; he just figured the scales were too balanced for his inner goodness to outweigh his many mistakes. But this? This is proof he was wrong. He's doing better than he thought he was?! An excellent and profound lie, Asriel — well-played.

Plus he loves the seashell photo album in any case. Right up his alley. ]

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[prontissimo]

[ Asriel does get one thing, though: a text, giving him the satisfaction that the prince's aim hit his mark. ]

Asriel!!!!
the Santa guy gave me somehting!
NOT COAL either haha!!

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[letmewin]

( The text is surprising, but not for the reason Alberto thinks it is! He's really happy to hear that his gift has potentially gotten a good reaction from one of his best friends. )

Golly, really?
I told you, Alberto!
He knows that you did your best to be good.

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yeah i guess!!
how's he know tho? he's been keeping his eye on me? kinda creepy HA...

[letmewin]

Do you really think so?
It's just so he knows who's good or bad.

living out my jewish childhood fantasy and openly questioning the core of the santa myth lol...

[prontissimo]

yeah but WHYS he do that??
and HOW?

[ important questions... ]

text; un: boring (early january)

[wukuiyuxin]

To Alberto Scorfano

Lan Wangji requests your presence at [Does Alberto know his way around Camelot's addresses? Well, he is receiving one regardless, a location at the outskirts of town in a quiet residential area, rather than a merchant or artisan quarter more suitable to this sort of place. No wonder it had taken the better part of December to find.]

Are you available?

-Lan Wangji

[prontissimo]

[ Alberto's never gonna get over Lan Wangji's username. The texts are so formal... but he's a grown-up and he's a kid, so Alberto feels like he has to match it every time, even though that makes him laugh, too. ]

gentile signor lan wangji

yes
i can come their.
now?

a presto,
alberto

[wukuiyuxin]

[And the reciprocity is appreciated. It's nice to see someone else take written correspondence so seriously. Even if he is going to add writing and reading lessons to the curriculum some day.]

To Alberto Scorfano

If possible.

-Lan Wangji

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[prontissimo]

[ 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. ]

...What is this place?

[wukuiyuxin]

[This is why the 'no running' rule exists. Not only is it disruptive and unseemly, it also leaves one flushed and incoherent, unbalanced in mind and body. By the time Alberto catches up with him, notably foregoing any greeting, Lan Wangji may seem just a little unimpressed by his conduct. At least he can appreciate the importance of attending to his pet and securing her, so his lateness is excused. He did ask for Alberto's company on very short notice.

Alberto's choice of clothes is as odd to him as just about any Avalonian garments, so he is prepared to overlook the garishness of some of the items. It's... functional, at least, and if this somehow allows him to leave the inn, so be it. Lan Wangji himself is dressed for the cold with a thick white coat clasped around his shoulders as the only addition to his usual attire.

The building behind him is unassuming, no storefront to advertise its purpose, only a name plate above the door to denote who lives here. Lan Wangji had been forced to ask around to learn of and locate this person, a personal sacrifice probably only Wei Ying could appreciate. Or tease him about. Probably both.]

Bladesmith. In future, give notice of delays. No running.

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[prontissimo]

[ Alberto has literally never heard of any "no running" rule. He runs all the time, to make up for tardiness, out of excessive excitement and eagerness to get somewhere, or, sometimes, out of sheer boredom... He can't imagine not running — he runs somewhere pretty much daily, always taking time to run with Sofia, too. Alberto has way too much pent up energy to walk everywhere every time, every day...

Regardless, that subtle unimpressed look on Lan Wangji's face is not lost on him, and it's to much the same result as when they'd first met. He nods quickly, eyes askance before his gaze finds the ground, an uncomfortable hand searching for his other arm to hold, his body language shrinking at the slightest suggestion of being "scolded." He seems a little gruffer for it this time, though, his tone of voice a bit tauter... He said sorry. And he only ran because he was sorry! So his expression is less sheepish than before, a soft frown tugging his lips, brow barely knotting as he avoids eye contact. ]

Yes, Signor...