[ Alberto leans in, bending straight down with his hands on his hips, to inspect Luca's belly at a closer distance, with a shrewdly discerning look on his face... but it's a let down. It's true. Luca's navel looks exactly like his. Smooth and unscarred — with no sign of an umbilicus in the slightest. Alberto inhales sharply, a look of defeat suddenly washing over him, and he lowers his shirt, flopping backwards suddenly onto the nest of cushions they call a sofa, abandoning his cleaning project for the moment. He lays dejectedly, motionless, limbs splayed akimbo, with his gaze fixed on the empty ceiling where the jars of marbles and buttons and whatnots used to hang. He doesn't have a good wind-up for this conversation. He's tried to rehearse a few before Luca came home, but he's not been satisfied with any of them. So just wings it with something entirely new, improv, off-the-cuff, which is... not gonna yield the best result, more than likely... But he feels something might be said for his candor? ]
...Soooo... ...Humans have holes in their bellies. I guess. They call them buttons. I don't know. It's just a scar. But I guess all humans have this scar? Even cats have their bellies buttoned! I looked it up! ...Isn't that stupid, though?! That's stupid of— Nature! You'd think if it was such an important human thing, more humans would talk about their bellybuttons, y'know?! Psssh...!
[ Um, this is a great fun fact and all, but... increasingly nerve-wracking... It's easy to read between the lines, and probably infuriating that Alberto's tiptoeing even around his own frankness. His exasperation is clear through every detail of this scene, from his tone, to his face, to the way he thrashes himself in agitation at the final note, to the very room around them... The gig might not be up, but... something's gone awry. And this? This is probably not the best way to admit it...? The day had to come when one of them shocked the other with news of discovery, though; it was only a matter of time, and deep down, somewhere, they both knew it. It's probably just coming sooner and more bluntly, yet backhandedly, than expected... ]
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Date: 2022-06-30 02:45 am (UTC)...Soooo... ...Humans have holes in their bellies. I guess. They call them buttons. I don't know. It's just a scar. But I guess all humans have this scar? Even cats have their bellies buttoned! I looked it up! ...Isn't that stupid, though?! That's stupid of— Nature! You'd think if it was such an important human thing, more humans would talk about their bellybuttons, y'know?! Psssh...!
[ Um, this is a great fun fact and all, but... increasingly nerve-wracking... It's easy to read between the lines, and probably infuriating that Alberto's tiptoeing even around his own frankness. His exasperation is clear through every detail of this scene, from his tone, to his face, to the way he thrashes himself in agitation at the final note, to the very room around them... The gig might not be up, but... something's gone awry. And this? This is probably not the best way to admit it...? The day had to come when one of them shocked the other with news of discovery, though; it was only a matter of time, and deep down, somewhere, they both knew it. It's probably just coming sooner and more bluntly, yet backhandedly, than expected... ]