[ Worry tugs Alberto's brow, but the promise of searching the city for Massimo and Luca abates some of that. The mention of being brought here to be a hero of some sort also softens the blow — even if that's not the line he's gonna focus on right now, he's keeping it in his back pocket. He stands to his feet, and marches right along the Cliff Beast's wrist and back onto the steps, not wasting a moment longer, waving Izuku along as he does. His familiar floats along behind him. ]
Well... Luca is shorter than me, like— here. [ He gestures to about his eye-level. Alberto's fairly tall for his age, where he's from, and Luca's a little short, so saying "short" doesn't mean much without illustration. ] He's skinny, nice but kinda nervous; he's got wavy dark hair and a round face, big round brown eyes— like a fish, but cute, um—
[ He catches himself at that word, glancing to the side and losing his sentence midway, as he takes his first step back up the way he should be going. He pauses to wait to walk alongside Izuku, though, which is nice, and more consideration than he's shown thus far, even if it's ultimately still kind of self-serving. Who can blame him in this moment, though? ]
Massimo— he's, like, the biggest human ever.
[ He spreads his arms as far as they can stretch, vertically, knowing even with his arm at its full length he still wouldn't be able to touch the top of Massimo's head if he'd tried. But— who would try to do that to the biggest human ever, allegedly? Oddly specific that he's human, but seemingly just lighthearted, maybe? ]
His arm is like as big as my whole body! [ Which, granted, isn't saying much, Alberto's very svelte... But the man does sound pretty huge. He folds his left arm behind his back, waving his elbow a little at Izuku as they walk. ] He only has one arm, like I said, with a sea monster tattoo on it. Dark hair, flat cap. And a big bushy mustache! With big bushy eyebrows. Quiet. Scary. Nice...
[ "Scary" and "nice" in the same description is probably a good tell. If anyone, Massimo'd be the one who's easy to pick out in a crowd — he sounds hard to miss, frankly. ]
Oh, uh— and he'd probably have Machiavelli with him... Grumpy fat cat that looks just like him. White with one black front leg and a black mustache. Sits on his shoulder. Have you seen a cat like that? If Machiavelli is here, then Massimo is definitely here...!
[ Desperation drives him to detail. With descriptions like these, there's no room for mistaking these guys, surely. They certainly both sound like a couple of characters. ]
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Well... Luca is shorter than me, like— here. [ He gestures to about his eye-level. Alberto's fairly tall for his age, where he's from, and Luca's a little short, so saying "short" doesn't mean much without illustration. ] He's skinny, nice but kinda nervous; he's got wavy dark hair and a round face, big round brown eyes— like a fish, but cute, um—
[ He catches himself at that word, glancing to the side and losing his sentence midway, as he takes his first step back up the way he should be going. He pauses to wait to walk alongside Izuku, though, which is nice, and more consideration than he's shown thus far, even if it's ultimately still kind of self-serving. Who can blame him in this moment, though? ]
Massimo— he's, like, the biggest human ever.
[ He spreads his arms as far as they can stretch, vertically, knowing even with his arm at its full length he still wouldn't be able to touch the top of Massimo's head if he'd tried. But— who would try to do that to the biggest human ever, allegedly? Oddly specific that he's human, but seemingly just lighthearted, maybe? ]
His arm is like as big as my whole body! [ Which, granted, isn't saying much, Alberto's very svelte... But the man does sound pretty huge. He folds his left arm behind his back, waving his elbow a little at Izuku as they walk. ] He only has one arm, like I said, with a sea monster tattoo on it. Dark hair, flat cap. And a big bushy mustache! With big bushy eyebrows. Quiet. Scary. Nice...
[ "Scary" and "nice" in the same description is probably a good tell. If anyone, Massimo'd be the one who's easy to pick out in a crowd — he sounds hard to miss, frankly. ]
Oh, uh— and he'd probably have Machiavelli with him... Grumpy fat cat that looks just like him. White with one black front leg and a black mustache. Sits on his shoulder. Have you seen a cat like that? If Machiavelli is here, then Massimo is definitely here...!
[ Desperation drives him to detail. With descriptions like these, there's no room for mistaking these guys, surely. They certainly both sound like a couple of characters. ]