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LUCA: 5 YEARS OF PRIDE (2/6)
Silenzio Bruno, Alberto is up next! Wanted to really go for something that suited his personality (Much like with all of my other designs), so I gave his fashion a punk/2000s emo scene vibe to it.
Stay tuned for more 5 Years Of Pride designs, because we've got more coming up! Happy fifth anniversary to Luca as well as happy pride month everyone!
The Sunset Dance of Portorosso
The rhythmic pulse of bongo drums echoed across the hidden cove, vibrating through the warm sand. Alberto closed his eyes, swaying to the hypnotic, resonant drone of a tribal sitar that wove through the salty evening air. Tonight, the beach was transformed by a flickering bonfire, throwing deep shadows against the stone cliffs.
He moved gracefully, wearing a traditional woven grass skirt that rustled with every sharp step. Bright, tropical feathers were braided into his dark, curly hair, catching the orange firelight. Alberto began a low, rhythmic chanting, his voice carrying a rich melody that seemed to mimic the ocean tides.
Suddenly, the music shifted pace. Overwhelmed by the joy of the rhythm, Alberto’s chant broke into a burst of high-pitched, excited squeaking and chirping. The sound was bright, energetic, and completely unique to him, echoing over the drums.
Luca watched from the edge of the firelight, completely mesmerized. Alberto spun toward him, his hands hitting an imaginary beat in the air, humming a swift, beautiful melody in a clear tone that blended perfectly with the exotic strings of the sitar. He extended a hand, inviting Luca to leave the shadows and join the dance.
Saltwater and Skateboards
The July heat in Portorosso was brutal, but the real challenge for Miriam was the steep, cobblestone hills. She kicked her skateboard up into her hand, brushing a streak of sweat from her forehead beneath her signature green beanie. Her friend group back in Toronto—Mei, Priya, and Abby—had called her crazy for spending her summer exchange program in a sleepy Italian fishing village, but Miriam loved a change of pace.
What she didn’t love was getting completely lost on her way to the town square.
"Looking for the piazza, straniera?"
Miriam blinked and looked up. Perched comfortably on top of a stone wall was a boy roughly her age. He had unruly, sun-bleached brown curls, a deeply tanned face, and an air of intense confidence that instantly reminded her of a slightly less annoying version of Tyler. He was tossing a ripe lemon casually between his hands.
"Yeah," Miriam said, adjusting her flannel shirt around her waist. "My map completely gave up on me. I’m Miriam."
"Alberto," he replied, executing a flawless drop-down from the wall, landing right in front of her. He peered curiously at her skateboard. "What is that thing? A tiny Vespa without an engine?"
Miriam let out a sharp laugh. "It's a skateboard. You kick the ground to move. Haven't you ever seen one?"
Alberto puffed out his chest. "Of course I have! I know everything about surface world... I mean, human transportation. I just prefer things with wheels that go faster. Ever driven a Vespa?"
"Can't say I have," Miriam smiled, liking his energy. "But I can show you how to ride this if you show me how to get to the square."
Alberto’s eyes lit up. "Deal."
The next hour was a chaotic masterclass in balance. Alberto was fiercely competitive, which meant he tried to perform a kickflip before he even mastered pushing off the ground. After his third narrow escape from crashing into a fruit stand, Miriam caught him by the arm to steady him.
The next hour was a chaotic masterclass in balance. Alberto was fiercely competitive, which meant he tried to perform a kickflip before he even mastered pushing off the ground. After his third narrow escape from crashing into a fruit stand, Miriam caught him by the arm to steady him.
"Whoa, slow down, hotshot! Silenzio, Bruno, remember?" she teased, using the phrase she'd heard a local girl shout earlier that morning.
Alberto froze for a fraction of a second, a soft look passing over his face before a cocky grin replaced it. "Hey, you learn fast. But look, watch this!"
Eager to impress her, Alberto grabbed the board, threw it down a concrete ramp leading down to the water, and hopped on. He gained speed instantly—too much speed. The ramp ended abruptly where the tide rolled over the lower stone steps.
"Alberto, wait! Water!" Miriam yelled, running after him.
It was too late. The wheels hit the slick, wet moss at the bottom of the ramp. The board flew out from under him, and Alberto went sailing through the air, landing with a massive splash straight into the deep blue Ligurian Sea.
"Alberto!" Miriam scrambled down to the edge of the steps, panicked. "Are you okay?! Can you swim?!"
The water went completely still. Miriam held her breath, leaning over the edge. Suddenly, a figure broke the surface.
Miriam gasped, stumbling backward. It wasn’t the curly-haired boy. Emerging from the water was a creature covered in iridescent purple and blue scales, with a finned tail cutting through the water and glowing yellow eyes.
The creature blinked at her, its webbed hands gripping the stone steps. Slowly, as the water dripped off its face, the scales began to recede, turning back into sun-baked skin and brown curls. Alberto looked up at her, completely terrified, waiting for her to scream and call the town guards.
Instead, Miriam just stared, her mouth slightly open. Her mind flashed back to Toronto. To Mei turning into a giant, fluffy red panda. To her family's ancient blessings.
"Oh," Miriam breathed out, a massive, relieved smile breaking across her face. "Man, you too?"
Alberto blinked, his defensive posture dropping. "What? You're... you're not going to throw a harpoon at me?"
"Are you kidding? My best friend transforms into a two-story-tall red panda when she gets excited," Miriam said, kneeling down and offering him a hand. "A sea monster is practically normal. Honestly, the purple scales match my aesthetic anyway."
Alberto stared at her hand, then grabbed it. As Miriam pulled him back up onto the dry stone, the remaining water evaporated, and he became fully human again. He rubbed the back of his neck, his usual bravado melting into something genuine and incredibly dorky.
"A giant panda, huh?" Alberto asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Yeah. She sheds a lot," Miriam laughed, retrieving her board. She looked back at Alberto, whose curls were still damp. "Come on, sea monster. You still owe me directions to the piazza. And maybe you can tell me how long you've been hiding those fins."
Alberto laughed, walking close beside her, his shoulder brushing against hers. "Only if you promise to teach me how to do a flip on that wooden Vespa."
Lion King themed Alberto
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Alberto Scorfano's High Pitched Squeals and Squeaks
The sun hit the surface of the Ligurian Sea, casting dancing ripples of light across the hidden cove. On the rocky shore, Alberto stood looking out at the water, his arms crossed over his chest in his usual confident posture. But the rigid, tough-guy act did not last long when a sudden, unexpected movement in the tide pools caught his attention.
A tiny, glowing neon-blue jellyfish washed up right near his toes. It pulsed with a soft light, completely different from anything he had seen around Portorosso. Forget the cool persona. Alberto completely lost his grip on his tough exterior. A sharp, high-pitched squeak escaped his throat, a sound so fast and whistling it sounded like a tiny tropical bird rather than a teenage boy.
He clamped both hands over his mouth, his eyes wide. In this universe, whenever Alberto got intensely startled or overly excited, his human vocal cords couldn't quite handle the rush of adrenaline. Instead of a deep shout or a laugh, out came a series of involuntary, high-pitched squeals and melodic chirping sounds. He looked around wildly, desperately hoping no one was nearby to witness the breakdown of his carefully built reputation.
Once he realized the coast was clear, his fear turned into pure curiosity. He leaned over the pool, watching the creature pulse. Another joyful, high-pitched whistle bubbled up from his chest, involuntary but completely honest. He started humming a strange, sweet melody under his breath to mimic the pulse of the light, the notes climbing high into a female-sounding soprano range as he lost himself in the moment. It was a rhythmic, tropical pattern, a habit from his time spent completely alone on the island, where the only audience was the wind and the waves.
HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN GATTO TEASER?? IM SOOOOOOO EXCITEDDDDDD I CANT WAITTTT
