[ Well, a man gurgling and popping up out of the water was not what Alberto was expecting when he comes creeping round the hot springs, and it gives him a start. He's fully dressed, and in pretty odd clothes, too — rain boots, (despite the lack of rain), plaid muffler, gloves, blue jeans embroidered with butterflies (totally not meant for a little girl, right, no way, just cool pants) and a thick striped blue pullover beneath a green raincoat, its hood hanging down over his shoulders, exposing coiffed, sun-bleached golden brown curls... Overdressed, despite the cold, this kid looks more like he's expecting a snowstorm to blow in at any moment. Absolutely not looking like he's ready to jump in that hotspring. So the invitation and almost pleading look catches him off-guard even more than the gurgling, and the child turns a narrowed, skeptical eye on the man. ]
Uhh— no, no, no, no. Thanks, but I'm just looking for my lizard monster. Have you seen—
[ He pulls over a canvas bag that's strapped over his shoulder, shifting it across his chest to dig through it. There's clearly... a fair amount of stuff in there? Just from the looks of all the lumps and spikes. Wh-Why are there spikes...?! What all does he have in there?! But he produces a drawing of a... something. Alberto steps cautiously a bit closer to the edge of the hotspring and holding the slightly wrinkled paper out at arms' length for Bruno to inspect. ]
2B; ciao bruno
Uhh— no, no, no, no. Thanks, but I'm just looking for my lizard monster. Have you seen—
[ He pulls over a canvas bag that's strapped over his shoulder, shifting it across his chest to dig through it. There's clearly... a fair amount of stuff in there? Just from the looks of all the lumps and spikes.
Wh-Why are there spikes...?! What all does he have in there?!But he produces a drawing of a... something. Alberto steps cautiously a bit closer to the edge of the hotspring and holding the slightly wrinkled paper out at arms' length for Bruno to inspect. ]Her?
[ ...th-the hell is that? ]