Hah! Okay! Fidel, then~ I'm Alberto. Alberto Scorfano. Piacere~
[ He gives his own warm smile, leaning back against the wall comfortably again. He feels the flick of a tail against his shoulder, and gestures with a light wave of his hand to their silent companion. ]
Oh— and this is Carlo~ He can't talk. I mean— I don't think. Maybe. I dunno! Not to me...
[ Alberto has no idea if cats can talk to each other. These are questions he'd like answers to. On top of whether stars are fish and whether the sky is made of water. Yet no questions about how a cat is made of stars. He just... took that one as it was... Odd boy, this Alberto. ]
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[ He gives his own warm smile, leaning back against the wall comfortably again. He feels the flick of a tail against his shoulder, and gestures with a light wave of his hand to their silent companion. ]
Oh— and this is Carlo~ He can't talk. I mean— I don't think. Maybe. I dunno! Not to me...
[ Alberto has no idea if cats can talk to each other. These are questions he'd like answers to. On top of whether stars are fish and whether the sky is made of water. Yet no questions about how a cat is made of stars. He just... took that one as it was... Odd boy, this Alberto. ]