Uno

[sub_umbra_sedi]

[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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[thatsnotaknife]

[Staring at.

While wearing a jumper, a winter jacket and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.] Oi.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

[Seborga waves his hand a little.]

"Hang on, I'm-a calling my cousin!"

[thatsnotaknife]

... You're that weird wog kid, aren't ya? Wy's mate.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

[Back into the phone:]

"Hold on-a, Romano! I'll call-a you back!"

[Hangs it up.]

"You know-a Wy?"

[wybrows]

[ Like Australia, she is bundled up extensively.

She walks out and just stares. ]

... You came here too? Hmph.

[sub_umbra_sedi]

Wy? You came over to visit-a me!

[wybrows]

This is my house. Not really. Don't you know where you are?

[sub_umbra_sedi]

...In-a Italy?

[tomatatas]

[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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[tomatatas]

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

[tomatatas]

[A flirt...]