[ For all his years alone, for all his time attempting to play ringleader in his tiny friend group (if 1-2 friends can be even called a group) to no avail, either grumping or taking the role of junior prankster himself... he's not used to being the butt of the joke. It takes him a second to kind of register being laughed at, the joke being at his own expense for once...
...but surprisingly, it's actually refreshing. He knows Della — he likes Della. He knows it's in good humor. And it draws a cockeyed, sheepish smile over his face, letting out a breathy little chuckle in spite of himself. After all, the very first word he ever spoke to his best friend back home was "Boo," although far more sarcastic in his delivery... but poor Luca wasn't in on the joke at first, either, even less so than this — Alberto scared the scales off the poor kid, too. He deserved this jump scare, frankly; the "boo" karma was long in coming. He collects himself and pushes forward, resting his harpoon over his shoulder casually. ]
Heh... Okay, Signora. Next! Hah!
[ He points forward enthusiastically. He'll try to think of some payback. It's gotta be well-timed, though... ]
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...but surprisingly, it's actually refreshing. He knows Della — he likes Della. He knows it's in good humor. And it draws a cockeyed, sheepish smile over his face, letting out a breathy little chuckle in spite of himself. After all, the very first word he ever spoke to his best friend back home was "Boo," although far more sarcastic in his delivery... but poor Luca wasn't in on the joke at first, either, even less so than this — Alberto scared the scales off the poor kid, too. He deserved this jump scare, frankly; the "boo" karma was long in coming. He collects himself and pushes forward, resting his harpoon over his shoulder casually. ]
Heh... Okay, Signora. Next! Hah!
[ He points forward enthusiastically. He'll try to think of some payback. It's gotta be well-timed, though... ]