[ Alberto doesn't notice the familiar watching over the scene. He gives a vaguely guilty glance to his own familiar, who looks indifferent, and so he just shrugs. Alberto does make eye contact with the Cat again, but Carlo doesn't seem too interested in him, reading those cues quite well. And even if Alberto hasn't, Carlo noticed the tiny green lady appear in the distance, and its eyes are fixed on her instead, frozen in its spot cautiously as it watches her watch them.
Meantime, Alberto leans against the wall casually, crossing one leg over the other, camera hanging by a long strap around his neck while he's holding his still-developing photo in both hands, and gazes up... directly into the sun... He at least squints his eyes a bit, but yeah, just looking at the sun, cuz that's totally normal...? He seems unbothered by it, though. And still completely unawares he's not beside a normal cat, just talking to some stray on the street for gits and shiggles, apparently. Maybe he thinks he can be understood, just doesn't expect a response. Maybe he's lonely and needs to vent his exasperation. Maybe he just likes the sound of his own voice. He's got sixty seconds to kill while he waits for his picture to develop. Not like he has anything else pressing to do, either, though; that much is also clear just by his venting, tone airy and wistful more than anything. ]
Ehhh, you cats...! You're living the life. You just lie in the sun and take naps and eat fish all day. I kinda miss that. Humans are so busy. All the time! Even Magic Humans here! Soldi, gold, work, school, all these quests—...!
[ He lets out a little sigh, checking on his photo idly before glancing back at the cat. He shoots the Cat a little cockeyed smirk in spite of himself as he finishes his spiel. ]
Mannaggia— I'd rather just take a nap in the sun, too, gattino.
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[ Alberto doesn't notice the familiar watching over the scene. He gives a vaguely guilty glance to his own familiar, who looks indifferent, and so he just shrugs. Alberto does make eye contact with the Cat again, but Carlo doesn't seem too interested in him, reading those cues quite well. And even if Alberto hasn't, Carlo noticed the tiny green lady appear in the distance, and its eyes are fixed on her instead, frozen in its spot cautiously as it watches her watch them.
Meantime, Alberto leans against the wall casually, crossing one leg over the other, camera hanging by a long strap around his neck while he's holding his still-developing photo in both hands, and gazes up... directly into the sun... He at least squints his eyes a bit, but yeah, just looking at the sun, cuz that's totally normal...? He seems unbothered by it, though. And still completely unawares he's not beside a normal cat, just talking to some stray on the street for gits and shiggles, apparently. Maybe he thinks he can be understood, just doesn't expect a response. Maybe he's lonely and needs to vent his exasperation. Maybe he just likes the sound of his own voice. He's got sixty seconds to kill while he waits for his picture to develop. Not like he has anything else pressing to do, either, though; that much is also clear just by his venting, tone airy and wistful more than anything. ]
Ehhh, you cats...! You're living the life. You just lie in the sun and take naps and eat fish all day. I kinda miss that. Humans are so busy. All the time! Even Magic Humans here! Soldi, gold, work, school, all these quests—...!
[ He lets out a little sigh, checking on his photo idly before glancing back at the cat. He shoots the Cat a little cockeyed smirk in spite of himself as he finishes his spiel. ]
Mannaggia— I'd rather just take a nap in the sun, too, gattino.