/She’s gonna stare at that phone that’s on the other side of the room
/No, Mari, you haven’t been blessed with the force, so get your ass up to get the phone
/Catches it on the last ring, wedging the phone between her shoulder and cheek
“Pronto.”
“Marinara sauce, great! You’re home! Listen.”
[/allows the phone to rest between his ear and his now sunburned shoulder, free hand making ripples in the pool]
“I need your help.” [/cocks a mischievous grin, alexander having always found amusement in making situations sound a million times worse than they actually are]
“How many times have I said not to call me that?”
/Casual eye roll, blowing on her nails- He caught her finishing them up
“Depends on what you need help with. If it’s cleaning, you can count me out, Tintin.”
“I’m very warm and bored and warm and getting drunker by the second and warm and did I mention that I was warm?” [he cocked his head with the question as if the italian were merely meters away]
“I don’t know what to do so I figured I’d give you a call. Because you know, you’re used to the heat.” [realises only centuries later that she called him tintin - “he’s my hero!” - and grins even wider, feeling the need to gloat about it everywhere] [but lets not do that ey waffle boy]
“So ja, Saucy — help me out!!”
/Cue a little sigh, giving a look only to see her reflection in the television before her
"Ascolta! I'll come over. But don't be so drunk that you start getting all weird and philosophical on me, alright?"
/Gets up, waddling due to mani pedi problems, starting to gather her typical water side wear and necessities
"I'll be there in an hour. Ciao." /And she just hangs up