[ It's true, the bar is low. No matter what they do now, it's just going to get better and better... And next year's only guaranteed to top it, because for next year's birthday, apparently they'll be getting their Vespa. Which Alberto wasted no time in relaying to Luca once Bruno'd left their apartment that morning. And has already brought up multiple times since then. And will probably bring up again. And again. All week. Maybe longer. He's also tried the helmet on three times already...
So he's double-checking his hair in the kitchen mirror (b-because they have one of those) after finishing up lunch himself. He wants to look nice today, being his birthday and all; but that's usually about the level he celebrates at. Taking particular enjoyment in the little things, like eating his favorite foods (cheesecake for breakfast, trenette al pesto for lunch, he's living the life — better than roe and raw oysters!) or wearing his favorite clothes, just doing all the things he likes most all at once, back to back. Whatever makes him feel good. That sort of thing was really the extent of what could be managed for his birthdays back home on the island, though. There was not so much to relish in... Even the "favorite clothes" thing is a luxury he's known only here. He's gonna be on Cloud Nine all day long. As far as Alberto's concerned, today's just supposed to be a laidback day of indulgence and doing the most. So he's at least not that far off the mark about birthdays, despite everything!
He turns to face Luca, a wide smirk on his face, but then points toward the kitchen doorway animatedly, stepping forward with a stiff, exaggerated strut at first. ]
Mmn. Dai... Andiamo!
[ But as he reaches Luca to walk side-by-side, he claps him on the back, flashes him a grin, and starts walking normally again to the front door, grabbing his wallet on their way out. They haven't even had their energy drinks yet...! Clearly more energy is what's needed here. ]
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Date: 2022-10-15 06:28 am (UTC)So he's double-checking his hair in the kitchen mirror (b-because they have one of those) after finishing up lunch himself. He wants to look nice today, being his birthday and all; but that's usually about the level he celebrates at. Taking particular enjoyment in the little things, like eating his favorite foods (cheesecake for breakfast, trenette al pesto for lunch, he's living the life — better than roe and raw oysters!) or wearing his favorite clothes, just doing all the things he likes most all at once, back to back. Whatever makes him feel good. That sort of thing was really the extent of what could be managed for his birthdays back home on the island, though. There was not so much to relish in... Even the "favorite clothes" thing is a luxury he's known only here. He's gonna be on Cloud Nine all day long. As far as Alberto's concerned, today's just supposed to be a laidback day of indulgence and doing the most. So he's at least not that far off the mark about birthdays, despite everything!
He turns to face Luca, a wide smirk on his face, but then points toward the kitchen doorway animatedly, stepping forward with a stiff, exaggerated strut at first. ]
Mmn. Dai... Andiamo!
[ But as he reaches Luca to walk side-by-side, he claps him on the back, flashes him a grin, and starts walking normally again to the front door, grabbing his wallet on their way out. They haven't even had their energy drinks yet...! Clearly more energy is what's needed here. ]