[ Inside, Alberto is stewing, reeling, swelling with panic. He tries to swallow it as they walk quietly down the shore, hurrying past the humans, keeping Luca's arm in tow. Luca may not know who this kid is, but at least it's clear he's looking out for him...? Could be worse. But Alberto can't disguise a bit of his frayed emotions in his tone, sounding a bit sharper than he means to. ]
You stick your fingers down your throat! Forget it, forget it. It was a dumb idea. Just— c'mon...
[ Not that they're not already hurrying; that "c'mon" sounds far more... disheartened. Not defeated! Just disheartened... ]
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You stick your fingers down your throat! Forget it, forget it. It was a dumb idea. Just— c'mon...
[ Not that they're not already hurrying; that "c'mon" sounds far more... disheartened. Not defeated! Just disheartened... ]