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[It's a beautiful Sunday in Mayfield, and 750 Partridge Drive has a new resident!

Seborga sleeps in well past noon, eyes lazily fluttering open as he stretches and yawns.  Slipping out from underneath the covers, he starts going about his usual morning routine, getting dressed in whatever random 1950s clothing happens to be hanging in the closet of

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[Was hunting through a hall closet for more blankets when she hears him. Mishearing the name, her reply is muffled as she slowly escapes from the closet, peeking out and staring at him.

And that curl]

.... Seborga?

[sub_umbra_sedi]

[Holy crap, pretty lady. Down goes the telephone receiver!]

"Buongiorno, bella signora!"

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[Stares at him. Italian curl, check. Speaking Italian, check. A flirt, check.]

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[A flirt...]

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[Oh god he's not... he's not hitting on her is he?]

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[This face forever]

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[M-Maybe he's not... maybe he's just being kind... yeah

Okay. Composure. We can do that.

Yeah]

Done!

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Seborga?

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[Congratulations, you've actually managed to surprise him a little. He blinks a bit.]

"...Si?"

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[Closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose as she sighs softly. Looks like they're all here now, and all in another gender.]

Firstly. Don't you dare flirt with me because that is just awkward and I will reserve the right to ground you forever.

Secondly... I'm Romana. A... female version of the Romano you probably know.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

[He's still processing that, but in the meantime have this face. The part of his brain yelling 'all my prayers have been answered' seems to be winning out.]

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[And this face, in return]

Seborga, I swear to all that is holy, flirt with me and you'll be grounded for life.

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[He's clearly thinking about whether that's worth it or not.]

"...How did-a they turn you into a girl, cugino?"

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[So many glares. So many]

Cugina, Seborga, cugina. And they did nothing, I've always been a woman, you're just from another world to mine.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

...Is it just-a you? What about-a me?

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Not just me. You're a girl too, as is Venezia. It seems everyone that would be a boy for you is a girl to me, and vice versa.