[ He mimes twisting an invisible fork in the air, as if rolling up invisible spaghetti. He's grinning, though, lighthearted, that bravado he's put on so much now shed away. It's a refreshing energy — genuine. ]
Massimo is my friend's... friend's dad.
[ Shade to Giulia, shit, Alberto. But it is a bit more accurate; she's Luca's friend more than his. He's been closer with Massimo from the start. ]
My best friend Luca— when we went to the human town... we met this human girl, Giulia. And, uh— now Luca lives with her and her mama in Genova, where they go to school together... It's a big city, I guess? And, um— Giulia's dad Massimo lives by himself in Portorosso, and when Giulia and Luca left, he asked me to stay with him. So, I'd help him out in the pescheria he runs, go fishing with him— ...cuz I know all the best fishing spots, right, heh... So— y'know, I'm helping him out. And I stay in Giulia's bedroom. She only comes there in the summertime, anyway.
[ There's a strange wistfulness and vague melancholy that floats off and on through this explanation, his body language a little more sheepish and nervous than before, less eye contact, more fidgeting, shoving his hands in his pockets... It's even more transparent than before. Even if he won't fess up that it's him who needs Massimo more. It's mutually beneficial, though, it is. ]
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[ He mimes twisting an invisible fork in the air, as if rolling up invisible spaghetti. He's grinning, though, lighthearted, that bravado he's put on so much now shed away. It's a refreshing energy — genuine. ]
Massimo is my friend's... friend's dad.
[ Shade to Giulia, shit, Alberto. But it is a bit more accurate; she's Luca's friend more than his. He's been closer with Massimo from the start. ]
My best friend Luca— when we went to the human town... we met this human girl, Giulia. And, uh— now Luca lives with her and her mama in Genova, where they go to school together... It's a big city, I guess? And, um— Giulia's dad Massimo lives by himself in Portorosso, and when Giulia and Luca left, he asked me to stay with him. So, I'd help him out in the pescheria he runs, go fishing with him— ...cuz I know all the best fishing spots, right, heh... So— y'know, I'm helping him out. And I stay in Giulia's bedroom. She only comes there in the summertime, anyway.
[ There's a strange wistfulness and vague melancholy that floats off and on through this explanation, his body language a little more sheepish and nervous than before, less eye contact, more fidgeting, shoving his hands in his pockets... It's even more transparent than before. Even if he won't fess up that it's him who needs Massimo more. It's mutually beneficial, though, it is. ]