[ The sad, ruminative look on his face is not lost on Alberto, across the unknown gap of worlds, silence, age, everything... One who's felt that look, well— even if not exactly— can still recognize that look... Alberto offers a weak, halfhearted smile of his own back at Bruno's smile, but instead of shaking his head to match or waving his hand sarcastically again, just rests his chin in both his hands together, all innocent and childish and charmed-like, perhaps a bit more becoming of his age, than, well... all of that that he'd just described, ahem... ]
Uhh... Eheh. I mean— You can call your voice whatever you want, y'know. Ahah, uh— Y-You wanna call him Alberto...? Hah...
[ A nervous chuckle embroidered through his tone like a natural decoration, obvious he leans on humor in uncomfortable situations, trying his best to smooth over this very unusual social glitch. It's a wry joke, but, well... one made in empathy. The kid's not so bad, maybe, albeit more than a tad bit odd. All just, yeah, wow, indeed— some... kismet misunderstanding, some cosmic joke on the both of them. What are the chances, really? ]
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Uhh... Eheh. I mean— You can call your voice whatever you want, y'know. Ahah, uh— Y-You wanna call him Alberto...? Hah...
[ A nervous chuckle embroidered through his tone like a natural decoration, obvious he leans on humor in uncomfortable situations, trying his best to smooth over this very unusual social glitch. It's a wry joke, but, well... one made in empathy. The kid's not so bad, maybe, albeit more than a tad bit odd. All just, yeah, wow, indeed— some... kismet misunderstanding, some cosmic joke on the both of them. What are the chances, really? ]