[ Moment of truth. Alberto's been nearly ready to explode for days now, having decided to surprise Luca with his big news... Why? Because it's dramatic. And he especially loves making these grand stands to Luca, from the very moment they met, because he really gets an incomparable kick out of Luca's reactions. And somehow another "Guess Who's Going to Human School~!" surprise between them feels fitting... Bottom line, of course, is Alberto's a ham — but though he's overwhelmed with excitement all day, he waits to break the news until a while after dinner... Not quite bedtime, because he knows if he tells Luca too late, they'll get too riled up to sleep enough. He's thought this through, man.
He's already showered (in outer space!!) and changed into pajamas, and is now putting away laundry, trying to hide how he's goofily smiling to himself while folding clothes. There's music playing as always, though the volume is much softer than usual — but still pretty energetic, since it happensto beABBA o'clock. The apartment is quietly lively tonight, tidy, all their colorful string lights on — a nice vibe for getting ready for their first day of school, starting off on the right fin. Alberto's low-key setting out his outfit options for tomorrow while putting away their laundry. He's managed not to drop too many hints, and any probing questions he's asked Luca were probably easily taken as being just out of pure interest for the occasion. But as the night's gone on, he's biting at the bit; he keeps glancing over at Luca more than usual (which is— a lot, then) then swallowing his smile, and grinning to himself while going about their chores, when he thinks Luca's not looking. He's dismissed any questions all day about his extra smitten energy as just being in a good mood, excusing his weird secret smiles by claiming he "thought of something funny." And then every time, he promptly changed the subject, often to off-hand questions about how school works. Otherwise, he feels he's been more or less playing it cool — but as the night's gone on, he can't stop smiling, and he can't hide it. He openly shoots Luca a grin, bopping along to the music, trying to fold their T-shirts to the beat. ]
Sooo, on a scale of one to ten, how excited are you for tomorrow? Like, eleven?
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action; 31 August, night before school starts
Date: 2022-09-12 01:33 am (UTC)He's already showered (in outer space!!) and changed into pajamas, and is now putting away laundry, trying to hide how he's goofily smiling to himself while folding clothes. There's music playing as always, though the volume is much softer than usual — but still pretty energetic, since it happens to be ABBA o'clock. The apartment is quietly lively tonight, tidy, all their colorful string lights on — a nice vibe for getting ready for their first day of school, starting off on the right fin. Alberto's low-key setting out his outfit options for tomorrow while putting away their laundry. He's managed not to drop too many hints, and any probing questions he's asked Luca were probably easily taken as being just out of pure interest for the occasion. But as the night's gone on, he's biting at the bit; he keeps glancing over at Luca more than usual (which is— a lot, then) then swallowing his smile, and grinning to himself while going about their chores, when he thinks Luca's not looking. He's dismissed any questions all day about his extra smitten energy as just being in a good mood, excusing his weird secret smiles by claiming he "thought of something funny." And then every time, he promptly changed the subject, often to off-hand questions about how school works. Otherwise, he feels he's been more or less playing it cool — but as the night's gone on, he can't stop smiling, and he can't hide it. He openly shoots Luca a grin, bopping along to the music, trying to fold their T-shirts to the beat. ]
Sooo, on a scale of one to ten, how excited are you for tomorrow? Like, eleven?