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WHO:Feliciano, Kiku, Gilbert, Ludwig
WHEN: Monday morning
WHERE: Euforia
WHAT: Another day at work
Feliciano giggled to himself as he got ready for the day. His usual red shirt - V-neck and sleeveless that went down to his mid-thigh. Everyone always told him it was tacky but he was a fashion designer. All new fashions were tacky before they caught on. A pair of rather tiny jean shorts followed, the hems barely visible beneath the red top. A quick brush of his hair and pausing to slip on some shoes and he was out of his room. Romano was already gone for the day - where he didn't know - so there was no one to say goodbye to. Keys, check. Bag, check. Lunch, check. Another grin and he was out the door and into the hustle and bustle of Liberty, heading towards his first day.
He'd managed to get an internship at the magazine Euforia, working for the fashion section a while ago and met tons of people. He had no clue what Papa said to them but he got accepted rather quickly for the job that usually had trials and interviews heaped on each other. Papa was always doing amazing things. Who knew owning a pizzeria could make so much money?
A hop onto the Metro and a switch to a different line and then he was at Baroque Street. There was no time to stop for anything or to look about so the Italian hurried down the street stopping in front of the magazine's headquarters. It never ceased to amaze him. Oh well, Kiki was waiting! He rushed through the lobby with a loud greeting to the receptionist and climbed onto the elevator just as it closed. A floor later he was weaving his way through his co-workers and heading for one of his favorite cubicles. There he was, working at his computer like always with those funny headphones on. All the better to cover up his sneak attack.
"Morning Kiki!" Feliciano shouted, sure his voice was above whatever music the Japanese man was listening to. His arms aware around the others' shoulders in a tight hug and basically trapping the graphic designer to his chair.
WHEN: Monday morning
WHERE: Euforia
WHAT: Another day at work
Feliciano giggled to himself as he got ready for the day. His usual red shirt - V-neck and sleeveless that went down to his mid-thigh. Everyone always told him it was tacky but he was a fashion designer. All new fashions were tacky before they caught on. A pair of rather tiny jean shorts followed, the hems barely visible beneath the red top. A quick brush of his hair and pausing to slip on some shoes and he was out of his room. Romano was already gone for the day - where he didn't know - so there was no one to say goodbye to. Keys, check. Bag, check. Lunch, check. Another grin and he was out the door and into the hustle and bustle of Liberty, heading towards his first day.
He'd managed to get an internship at the magazine Euforia, working for the fashion section a while ago and met tons of people. He had no clue what Papa said to them but he got accepted rather quickly for the job that usually had trials and interviews heaped on each other. Papa was always doing amazing things. Who knew owning a pizzeria could make so much money?
A hop onto the Metro and a switch to a different line and then he was at Baroque Street. There was no time to stop for anything or to look about so the Italian hurried down the street stopping in front of the magazine's headquarters. It never ceased to amaze him. Oh well, Kiki was waiting! He rushed through the lobby with a loud greeting to the receptionist and climbed onto the elevator just as it closed. A floor later he was weaving his way through his co-workers and heading for one of his favorite cubicles. There he was, working at his computer like always with those funny headphones on. All the better to cover up his sneak attack.
"Morning Kiki!" Feliciano shouted, sure his voice was above whatever music the Japanese man was listening to. His arms aware around the others' shoulders in a tight hug and basically trapping the graphic designer to his chair.