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๑ Sette ๑ Action & Phone ๑ Multiple Choice
[A. In the morning, just after 9 Romana can be found zipping around town on her shiny red vespa. People of Mayfield, watch out! She's Italian, what are road laws? So yes there is a high chance she'll come close to hitting you, though at the last second she'll always stop, or avoid you. Good reflexes.
B. Later, closer to noon there's a phone call]
So, just so everyone's aware, I had a perfectly normal and extremely boring Sans Valentino. No need to ask any questions about it, okay? Because nothing happened. [Yep, going to play the denial game for as long as possible. If she doesn't admit it, nothing ever happened]
But that's not the point of this... I was wondering, if... if a small, home based take away Italian service was to open up, how many would be interested... Just because Seborga and Veneziano think it's smart doesn't mean it is after all... anyway.
If you could let me know, that would be good. Ciao. [Click as she hangs up
Or it's C. Which finds Romana sitting on the front steps, watching the sunset. She's bundled up in a winter coat, a glass of half drunken wine next to her, a lit cigarette in her hand. She smokes it slowly, a frown on her face as she contemplates what really happened over Valentine's Day, of what she had done. Surely it had meant nothing, really, hadn't come from any deeply hidden feelings... and yet she can't shake the fear that it was.
She had been willing to sleep with him after all. She sighs softly, smoke curling from her mouth as she takes a long sip of her wine, refilling it with the bottle nearby. Drinking the memories away does seem like a very good idea at the moment, consequences be damned.]
B. Later, closer to noon there's a phone call]
So, just so everyone's aware, I had a perfectly normal and extremely boring Sans Valentino. No need to ask any questions about it, okay? Because nothing happened. [Yep, going to play the denial game for as long as possible. If she doesn't admit it, nothing ever happened]
But that's not the point of this... I was wondering, if... if a small, home based take away Italian service was to open up, how many would be interested... Just because Seborga and Veneziano think it's smart doesn't mean it is after all... anyway.
If you could let me know, that would be good. Ciao. [Click as she hangs up
Or it's C. Which finds Romana sitting on the front steps, watching the sunset. She's bundled up in a winter coat, a glass of half drunken wine next to her, a lit cigarette in her hand. She smokes it slowly, a frown on her face as she contemplates what really happened over Valentine's Day, of what she had done. Surely it had meant nothing, really, hadn't come from any deeply hidden feelings... and yet she can't shake the fear that it was.
She had been willing to sleep with him after all. She sighs softly, smoke curling from her mouth as she takes a long sip of her wine, refilling it with the bottle nearby. Drinking the memories away does seem like a very good idea at the moment, consequences be damned.]
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It was fun! I met a cute girl named Blue and cooked her dinner.
[Not gonna mention his fight with Sealand over Wy. It's still unresolved, and he kind of feels bad about it. Also he's still really confused about why he was suddenly interested in Wy in the first place, so he's just going to ignore the problem until it goes away.]
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[Takes a sip herself, studying him. She needs to know it wasn't just her that had something so strange, so weird, so wrong happen.]
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I, uh... got into a fight with Sealand.
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[s-sob, neither of them think of her that way]
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[Frowns] And quite a young one. And she's not Italian... forget about her, si? Best for both parties and then you can find a nice Italian girl, si?
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...Yeah, maybe!
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It's likely... the town did a lot of weird things to people... so I heard. [Hoping that it's now too dark for him to see her blush]
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[He's too busy getting out that heart-shaped Valentine's card he came out here with to notice the blush.]
Here. It's a week late, but I made this for you.
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[Blinks, staring at the card before slowly taking it, a small smile appearing. Such a kind little cousin...
Leans over and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek before straightening up, looking at the card again.]
Grazie, Sebastiano.
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I'm glad you like it!
[Smiles and hugs her~]
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For now she'll just lean into the hug. She needs it]
It's very sweet.
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