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[malfattore]

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{a lazy inhale, and a slow Italian drawl}

Fuggendo tutte di paura piene,
una gran piova viene.
Qual sdrucciola, qual cade,
qual si punge lo pede:
a terra van ghirlande:
tal ciò c’ ha colto lascia, e tal percuote:
tiensi beata chi più correr puote.
Sì fiso stetti il dì che lor mirai.
ch’ io non m’ avvidi, e tutto mi bagnai.I dislike what I

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[samianscar]

"I bathed and everything"?

[malfattore]

Che cosa?

Good... for you?

[samianscar]

You said it, not me. That's what e tutto mi bagnai means, in my book.

[malfattore]

You may be illiterate. It's nothing to be ashamed of.

[samianscar]

[snorts heartily. Won't read you any poetry, then.]

So speaking of shamed of, what's with the mask?

[malfattore]

Those in my profession stuff the beak with fragrant plants in order to dilute the scent of death and decomposition. The goggles protect me from fluids and airborne bacterias.

Granted, in this world, I likely don't require it. I suppose habit has taken over.

[Weirdo. Why be ashamed? The mask is snazzy.]

[samianscar]

Kinky.

[ooc: somewhere Jennifer goes "that's my line"?]

[malfattore]

... alright. [He'll look it up later. And be disgusted.]

[samianscar]

Did you write that ditty?

[malfattore]

That bit up there? Certainly not. I thought it applied to the situation, though.

[samianscar]

Well, it's very nice.