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@lucxpxguro
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luca sat by the pool on lifeguard duties while he watched all the swimmers bob around in the pool. he didn't mind his job, however he wasn't exactly the most confident of people. sitting nervously in his chair, he checked his watch to see that it was nearing his lunch break. climbing down he checked in with the other lifeguard and pottered over to the food stall outside of the pool area.
[ childhood memories ]: ( smiles ) for my muse to talk about a childhood memory that makes them happy; [ Random Character Development ]: 3. What food reminds them of home?
[ childhood memories ]:
( smiles ) for my muse to talk about a childhood memory that makes them happy;
time with my grandma were always fun. she always encouraged me to go see the world and have fun.
[ Random Character Development ]:
3. What food reminds them of home?
trenette al pesto. alberto and i used to live off the stuff and i still eat it all the time with giulia.
iridessa-sol:
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no pool? no time for a splish-splash? shocking. uncalled for. a personal attack against her. “what do you mean that the pools are closed, luca paguro?” iridessa was well aware that the maintenance of said pools was a very valid reason to close them down for the day but when an unhinged menace wants to swim, should you get in the way of that? probably not. “i’m going to find that cat that hates you and tell him to come bite you on the bum”
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in the interest of self protection, luca’s hands show to his bum instinctively. he wouldn’t put it past the cat or iridessa to bite him. “not the bum-bum” he gasped, whispering to himself while looking around to see if said feline horror was around “i’d appreciate no biting in general to be honest with you. please don’t bite the messenger, bossman decided today was maintenance day”
luca was someone that could be considered a little afraid of the world. he was just but a spec of dust compared to the rest of it and it was daunting. he had spent long enough buried under his schoolwork and couldn’t avoid his job any longer. portorosso pool was open to the public and for some unknown reason to him, luca had got a job as a lifeguard. usually all was fine until it came to the pool deep clean days, turns out some people get annoyed when they have to miss a swim.
“i’m sorry, but we’re closed today to do maintenance on the pools. we’ll be back open tomorrow”
@happieststarters
flash-hundredyarddash:
“You look grooves mcgroovin’, my friend. Bring it on over-,” Flash grinned, offering up a complimentary fist bump. Was that on theme? He’d have to worry about that one later. “Can I get you a drink while we’re still in the year of our goddess 2022?” @happieststarters
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it was safe to assume for anyone that looked at luca that they could make the assumption that he wasn’t the most social of people. he was a shy guy that was packed full of nerves. common sense would also could also make the assumption that a shy luca, plus a busy party, meant that he was scared stiff of moving. “oh uh...i don’t think i’m much of a mover and groover?” he replied, the uncertainty clear in his voice. “i-i don’t know. i don’t really drink. what do you recommend?”
LA BOUFF NEW YEAR BASH
luca paguro
happiestmariebeaumont:
Wake me up!
Wow! She never went to a party that ended in the hospital before. When she woke she found herself moving weakly out of the room, looking (prying) in all the other rooms to see who else was infected. She wondered who visited her. Tj? Charlie? Anyone?
waking in an empty room had startled her, and she found herself wandering through the halls looking for someone she recognised.
“Hello?”
@happieststarters
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as per usual, luca found himself once again being attacked by machiavelli the demon cat and that resulted in him having to go get some stitches after said demon cat gave him one hell of a bite on his arm. it had taken luca to be in the patient room with carl for carl to able to pry the cat off his arm. unfortunately for luca that meant another tetanus and rabies shot in the arm. at this point luca considered that he had more tetanus and rabies shots in his bloodstream than blood.
leaving the room and signing some forms at the nurses desk, he spotted someone looking confused in the halls. he recognised her from around town.
“marie, right? are you okay?” that was a stupid question to ask and he was aware of that “do you want me to call someone for you?”
Fleabag S01E01
xaspiringbeamoflightx:
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As Luca groaned in pain at being poked with the stick, Tina did it again, twice, simply for the fact that she thought it was funny, and that Luca was being a drama queen about it. (She should know, she was a drama queen herself.) A faint smirk played on the corner of her lips as she realised mentioning the horrid little cat, Machiavelli, had the desired effect.
“You never know. He could have. Cats have a sense for that kind of thing, right?” Tina was talking out her ass. She didn’t know a thing about cats. “You checked your bags before you left, right? Made sure he hadn’t snuck inside?”
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“ow! ow!” he whined at the extra two pokes that she’d given him for good measure. “can you stop doing that, the cat already beats me up enough” he huffed, rubbing the spot on his leg that he was sure was going to bruise.
“machiavelli isn’t a cat, he’s a demon” luca was convinced the cat was out to get him. “i don’t think he snuck inside, oh god, did he sneak inside? is he waiting to attack?” he was stressing himself out with the worry. the cat haunted him, it was like luca could hear the bell on machiavelli’s collar.
xaspiringbeamoflightx:
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Tina wasn’t exactly thrilled that she had been lumped in with Wendy, but at the very least Toulouse and Luca were there to pester. They didn’t make it bearable, per se, but they were less likely to shoot her a glare than Cass was.
Tina had perched herself outside the tent, having commandeered a log to make a bench out of. “I wonder if Machiavelli followed you here,” Tina teased, poking Luca on the leg with a long stick. “I bet he sniffed you out. You’ll find him in the tent in the morning.”
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as soon as luca had clocked tina on the list of names of the people he would be sharing a tent with, he knew he wouldn’t know peace for the duration of his stay at the camp.
it had taken some time, but luca had finally been coaxed outside the tent and into the sunlight. he found a spot on the grass and was absentmindedly watching a ladybug travel over some blades of grass “ow!” he groaned at the pain of being poked on the leg. instantly his body stiffened at the mention of the menacing cat that hated him “what? do you think he followed me? giulia is going to be so mad if her cat followed me here”
THE PRINCESS DIARIES (2001) dir. Garry Marshall
“don’t move! i meant mingle. but, like, stay close.”
berlioz-beaumont:
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It was a contentious matter in the Beaumont home, but Berlioz did truly enjoy winter. Beyond the obvious fact that it was clearly the superior composition in Vivaldi’s Seasons, there was a dramatism to winter that none other could equal. And, of course, there was the beautiful sight of snow everywhere, making everything look like a delicate, moody painting, of the sort that filled the great halls of the galleries back in Europe. Berlioz was really missing his touring, even if it had happened years ago, even if it was probably tinted by the nostalgia he had for his younger years.
So deep he was in these languid thoughts, he almost didn’t hear the hissing and growling of a big fat cat, almost lost in the white snow, gaining momentum to jump on top of a man standing not too far from him. Berlioz frowned, taking off an earbud. “Hey, is everything all right?” he asked the guy.
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luca paguro spent a lot of time himself. once afraid to venture out into the great big world, he’d been coaxed out by alberto and giulia years ago, but since he had been parted from them, luca had reverted to his hermit ways. it also didn’t help that whenever he stepped outside he was filled with anxiety that giulia’s cat, machiavelli, was hiding in wait to attack him - which was usually the case.
minding his business, luca was walking down the street and froze at the sound of growling rumbling near him. it was then that he spotted his foe in the snow, and unlike luca, machiavelli was ready to rumble “nice machi, nice cat” he spoke, holding his hands up in surrender “see machiavelli, we’re all good. no need to attack” the cat hated him, and he wasn’t sure why. all he did was shower the cat with love and attention, and what was he repaid in? bites, scratches and sneak attacks. luca braved a look-up at whoever spoke to him “uhh...yes? i mean, machiavelli here is likely going to beat me up but other than that guess i’m good”
xaspiringbeamoflightx:
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Tina, amused by Luca’s plight, didn’t hide that she found it funny. It was one thing to have human enemies, but to be held at ransom by a demon cat was another. “Do you think if we found Machiavelli another victim, he would leave you alone?” she asked. It was somewhat a genuine suggestion, but she was already constructing a list on her head of who they could set the cat on instead.
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luca considered tina’s suggestion, would it work? machiavelli turning his attention elsewhere was a possibility, and maybe then luca could stop worrying about the italian cat terrorising him. his thoughts were deterred when he heard a bell and jumped at the possibility of the cat coming back to finish him off. “he’s not near, is he?!” he panicked, standing still in hopes that the cat couldn’t see him if he was.
my whole life is the one episode of Friends where Ross drinks all those margaritas and keeps telling everyone that hes fine when he clearly isn’t fine
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Alice, quickly, did their best to perk up. To seem as normal as they usually did. But it was hard, when their head was all in a fuzz. They wanted to get back to being as close to normal as they could after the ordeal (encouraged by their sister to fake it until they made it) but even trying to remember what was normal in the first place was proving difficult. They were a world away, but would it make anyone uncomfortable to admit it.
“I-I guess I was, a little,” Alice replied, trying to laugh it off. “But I’m okay, really! Uh– I wasn’t– I wasn’t staring at you or anything, was I?”
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he was none the wiser of alice’s internal struggles. all he saw was someone that looked like they were worlds away in a daydream, and he wanted to check to see if they were okay.
“are you sure?” he’d hate to leave someone who felt they needed help “no, you weren’t staring, you just looked like you were deep in thought, like something was bothering you”
