Whoa— you think?! What's the tallest place in the city? We can launch them from there!!
[ The illusion fizzles out into sparkling golden blooms, dissolving into specks, before leaving a darkness hanging in the air, and it's just a shaky shot of Alberto's bedsheets and bare feet as he loses good grasp holding his phone between his knees. Then another unexpected sight appears — clearly the culprit who must have schmoozed him to knock his legs off balance — as a yellowwingedtabby cat appears and inserts itself between his feet, curling up and folding its wings against itself, which shimmer slightly in the moonlight still washing the bed. Alberto can be heard muttering under his breath at it, a bit annoyedly: ]
Oy, Carlo, dai...
[ Then flips the phone around clumsily to show his own face at last as he leans back into his pillows, holding the phone above himself with both hands, a lazy and soft grin on his face, though his eyes aren't half-lidded for as tired as he should be this time of night. He's busy thinking about climbing tall buildings to make big fireworks now. He's almost always wanting for company late at night, because he's almost always alone, in this room that feels so empty without much stuff to his name — well, at least almost always alone but for this weird cat. So it's a welcome distraction to Alberto, too. ]
Anyway— As long as it's not gonna, like, rain fire over the city if we try it, eheh...!
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Date: 2021-09-25 06:00 am (UTC)[ The illusion fizzles out into sparkling golden blooms, dissolving into specks, before leaving a darkness hanging in the air, and it's just a shaky shot of Alberto's bedsheets and bare feet as he loses good grasp holding his phone between his knees. Then another unexpected sight appears — clearly the culprit who must have schmoozed him to knock his legs off balance — as a yellow winged tabby cat appears and inserts itself between his feet, curling up and folding its wings against itself, which shimmer slightly in the moonlight still washing the bed. Alberto can be heard muttering under his breath at it, a bit annoyedly: ]
Oy, Carlo, dai...
[ Then flips the phone around clumsily to show his own face at last as he leans back into his pillows, holding the phone above himself with both hands, a lazy and soft grin on his face, though his eyes aren't half-lidded for as tired as he should be this time of night. He's busy thinking about climbing tall buildings to make big fireworks now. He's almost always wanting for company late at night, because he's almost always alone, in this room that feels so empty without much stuff to his name — well, at least almost always alone but for this weird cat. So it's a welcome distraction to Alberto, too. ]
Anyway— As long as it's not gonna, like, rain fire over the city if we try it, eheh...!