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Wendy listened as Pavi went on about how focused people are now on appearance, laughing about the inconveniences of getting spleens ripped out by Repo men when the forgot to pay their dues. She was a little surprised when he said that Marni had taught him about the stars, but he had forgotten what he had learned.
“Really? Well, there’s the Big Dipper… Ursa Major. The Great Bear. And if you look at the brightest star on the ‘handle,’ that’s the North star,” she said, pointing again. She grew quiet for a moment.
“My parents always told me and my sisters and brother about the stars. They told us if we ever got lost, they’d help guide us home again,” she said softly. She ran her fingers through the grass. She brightened as she found a small, white flower in the grass and picked it.
“Well! It looks like a star has made a home here,” she said, looking at the plant between her fingers, contemplating it for a moment. Feeling bold, she tucked it into his lapel.
“There.”
Pavi nodded as she listed the stars. Some of them seemed, maybe a bit familiar, but nothing really clicked. It had probably just been far too long ago to recall such a thing.
“My parents always told me and my sisters and brother about the stars. They told us if we ever got lost, they’d help guide us home again.” The youngest Largo son considered this for a moment. “Is-a that so? Did you ever get lost, then? Did it work?”
He looked down with curious eyes as she spoke, seeing the flower and then blinking in surprise as she tucked it into his shirt. “Oh, grazie, bella. It’s, ah, very… quaint. I-a like it.”
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Ooohh, fratello! You-a do love me enough to follow me! How touching~.
Dammit, why the hell are are there so many of you around here? It’s a fucking epidemic…
Well, you-a know what they say: they all love the Pavi! And, one is-a not enough to go around, si?
… You’re the only one who says that.
Right, I’m sure one man is nowhere near enough to fuck as many people as you’d like.
Exactly! I’m-a glad you understand, fratello~.
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Wendy sighed as Pavi sat down next to her, running his fingers through the grass. She felt her heart twinge a bit as he said that his father would probably tear the hill and tree down in a moment, that he cared nothing for the stars. She thought for a moment, as it steadily grew darker.
“Not very many people do, now. Well, the stars that are up there, I mean,” she said. Then she grinned broadly. “Speaking of which… there’s the first one! Not really a star, though. That’s the planet Venus, the first ‘star’ to be seen at night, and the last one to fade when the morning comes,” she said, grabbing Pavi’s shoulder and pointing with her other hand to the faint light that was now shining through the gloom.
“Well, I suppose you can-a hardly blame them. Why bother with looking at beautiful things all the way up in the sky, when you yourself can look so beautiful? Granted, stars are free to look at… unlike organs, where, miss a payment, and-a whoops! You’re out getting groceries and face the minor inconvenience of Signore Repo ripping out your spleen,” the youngest Largo son chucked to himself, for some reason thinking that the thought was just hilarious, before abruptly stopping, not really wanting to scare the young woman.
“But, ah… si,” he glanced up as she pointed to the sky, squinting slightly. “Oh! Well, that’s interesting, bella. I never knew that. Marni used to speak of stars, but I-a remember nothing of it now.”
luigimotherfuckinglargo started following you
Ooohh, fratello! You-a do love me enough to follow me! How touching~.
Dammit, why the hell are are there so many of you around here? It’s a fucking epidemic…
Well, you-a know what they say: they all love the Pavi! And, one is-a not enough to go around, si?
Sneaking onto Tumblr at school..
… am I a badass yet?
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Ooohh, fratello! You-a do love me enough to follow me! How touching~.
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Paviche Largo couldn’t help but scoff lightly to himself as he helped a random GENtern hang a string of lights around a…
Wendy had to chuckle at Pavi’s ranting against the idiots who couldn’t translate right. He said that the festival wasn’t even real, in Italy or elsewhere, and asked if she would stay. She thought for a moment.
“I don’t know. It’s so polluted here that you can’t even see the stars any more,” she said, and sighed. Then, her eyes brightened.
“But I know where you can!” she exclaimed. She grinned and stretched out her hand, cocking her head to one side.
“Come with me?”
Paviche nodded in agreement. His anger dwindled down a bit into a simple, bitter disappointment. He blinked, however, at her random exclamation. He watched as she outstretched her hand.
He considered his options for a moment; if he left, Rotti and Luigi would undoubtedly be pissed. Amber probably wouldn’t give a shit, but there was nothing new there.
Pavi himself, however, was already pissed. Pissed at this joke of a festival. His family. And just as Wendy had said that, I know where you can, he felt a burning need to see.
“Really?” he breathed, a smile tugging along his lips once more. “… alright, bella. Lead the way,” and with that, he took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Wendy was surprised when he took her hand and told her to lead the way. She twined her fingers around his, slightly surprised at the chill of his hand, but tugged him along anyway. They made their way through the alleys and side-streets, past the outskirts of the city, through four different graveyards, until they came to a large hill with a huge tree on top. Wendy climbed the hill, still pulling Pavi after her. She only let go when they reached the top. A slightly chill wind blew, curling her hair around her face as she looked up. It was still too early for the stars to be out, but it would be night soon.
“This is my favorite spot in the city. It’s far enough away from the pollution and smoke so that you can see them. It’s not as good as if you’re out on the water, though. Out there, there are so many stars that it looks like someone spilled salt on a black velvet tablecloth,” she said, smiling faintly.
“And now, we wait,” she finished, putting her back against the tree trunk and sitting down, patting the grass next to her in invitation.
Pavi followed her, his step graceful as always but he tried to pay a bit more attention to not trip as he glanced around at the scenery they passed. A lot of these places he had never really seen; or maybe just never really paid attention to. It was strange, though; as soon as they arrived at the hill on the tree, it was as if they had almost stepped through some kind of portal to another world. Grass…? The youngest Largo son couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen it, except in movies.
A small smile tugged at the side of his mouth as he sat beside the girl, glancing upward. “Well, I can-a see why, bella. It’s magnifico here. You’d better pray that father never catches sight of it— it’ll be gone without a moment to spare. That man cares nothing for stars,” he said softly, allowing his hand to run over the soft blades of green grass.
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Paviche Largo couldn’t help but scoff lightly to himself as he helped a random GENtern hang a string of lights around a…
Wendy had to chuckle at Pavi’s ranting against the idiots who couldn’t translate right. He said that the festival wasn’t even real, in Italy or elsewhere, and asked if she would stay. She thought for a moment.
“I don’t know. It’s so polluted here that you can’t even see the stars any more,” she said, and sighed. Then, her eyes brightened.
“But I know where you can!” she exclaimed. She grinned and stretched out her hand, cocking her head to one side.
“Come with me?”
Paviche nodded in agreement. His anger dwindled down a bit into a simple, bitter disappointment. He blinked, however, at her random exclamation. He watched as she outstretched her hand.
He considered his options for a moment; if he left, Rotti and Luigi would undoubtedly be pissed. Amber probably wouldn’t give a shit, but there was nothing new there.
Pavi himself, however, was already pissed. Pissed at this joke of a festival. His family. And just as Wendy had said that, I know where you can, he felt a burning need to see.
“Really?” he breathed, a smile tugging along his lips once more. “… alright, bella. Lead the way,” and with that, he took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
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Paviche Largo couldn’t help but scoff lightly to himself as he helped a random GENtern hang a string of lights around a tree. At first, the poor guy looked over at the youngest Largo son with a terrified look, fearful that he…
She took a step backwards as his voice dropped and his face darkened into a scowl. Clearly, whatever this festival was about was something Pavi did not approve of. Wendy fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. She hoped he still wasn’t angry at her from when she had gotten lost in GeneCo that one time.
“Well, yes, I was. But I don’t think I’m going to go.” She studied the man’s face, then turned her attention to the banner.
“Stelle… that means stars, right? I don’t know much Italian, but I took Latin for a while, when I was still in school,” she said, pronouncing the word as best she could.
“Well, you’re-a already here, bella. Why not stay?” he made an attempt to soften his expression, but immediately the scowl returned at her question. “You’re right, it doesn’t mean stars.” He lowered his voice, leaning down a bit towards her so that nobody else could hear him. “They meant to put Stars in the Sky. But literally, the translation means Stars Against the Sky. It wasn’t even a real festival in Italy,” he scoffed, crossing his arms in his black leather jacket. “They’re lucky that not that many people are fluent in Italian, or else their idiocy would be given away pretty easily. Stupidos.”
Paviche Largo couldn’t help but scoff lightly to himself as he helped a random GENtern hang a string of lights around a tree. At first, the poor guy looked over at the youngest Largo son with a terrified look, fearful that he was not doing an acceptable job, and as soon as Pavi realized this he…
Wendy wandered through Sanitarium Square, watching as various GENterns hung lights around the street lamps and the few dying trees. There was a banner being hung up, touting the newest festival or holiday, or whatever it was. She only hoped that it didn’t involve masks again… after what had happened last time, she was trying to avoid those. She squinted at the words, still too far from the banner to read it properly. She walked closer and read “Stelle Contro Il Cielo.” The banner was a deep blue, with gold lettering. As she walked closer to admire it, she bumped into someone.
“Perdonatemi,” she heard them say, as soon as she uttered her “I’m sorry!”
“Wendy?”
She started. She knew that voice.
“Pavi?”
“Uhh… ciao, bella!” Pavi gave a small bow, his accent soft but present. He flashed her a smile, one that he generally gave the camera. The young man was just a bit awkward in any other case. Growing up in the public eye probably didn’t help but much, but, what can you do?
“Here for the… festival?” he didn’t even realize that his tone dropped at the simple word, and his face twisted into a dark scowl. He was still irked by this— an ‘Italiano festival’ just so Rotti could further advertise GeneCo. As if everyone wasn’t fully aware what they were all about. As soon as he realized he was doing it, however, he flashed back to his generic smile. “It-a should be… fun.”
