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No more, please. Signora Bianchi, tell them to go back--
[The door to the Room, or at least, one of them, slams open, before slamming shut just as quickly; a girl has just flung herself against the door, pressing it shut with her body's strength.
Except... Maybe it's not a girl. She's wearing heavy makeup, yes, grease paint really, and her dress is a huge rustling thing that resembles a confectionery more than fabric, but a closer look reveals elegant but masculine features, and ropey forearms that really don't belong on a girl.
It's a full minute before Tonio turns around, and realizes that he isn't in his personal dressing room.]
... Dio. Alleluia.
[And then he'll just collapse onto a convenient cushion, swiping ineffectively at the paint on his face.]
[The door to the Room, or at least, one of them, slams open, before slamming shut just as quickly; a girl has just flung herself against the door, pressing it shut with her body's strength.
Except... Maybe it's not a girl. She's wearing heavy makeup, yes, grease paint really, and her dress is a huge rustling thing that resembles a confectionery more than fabric, but a closer look reveals elegant but masculine features, and ropey forearms that really don't belong on a girl.
It's a full minute before Tonio turns around, and realizes that he isn't in his personal dressing room.]
... Dio. Alleluia.
[And then he'll just collapse onto a convenient cushion, swiping ineffectively at the paint on his face.]