Person: @ciroocasio Place: Picture a balcony
She’s in more of cupcake of a dress this time, not the velvet number she’d been put into last year and it’s tight and it’s gauzy and she needs some air right this second or she’s going to tear it off of herself. It turns out Marcella really actually likes music and dancing and drinking, that's what she's figured out about herself this last year. For just a second, the train of thought leads her to Ciro drinking in the living room, the karaoke bar, the forest. They're not so different after all. She’s still in her boots at least and Marcella is just focusing on breathing, her hands on the stone balcony railing when she hears the approaching footsteps and whips around. “Oh it’s you.” The relief on her face is replaced with amusement. It’s Ciro and he’s in a loud leopard print coat and it shouldn’t work but it does work for him because of course it does. ”Don't tell me you're going to ask me to oil you up so you're harder to catch in that fight."