[Event] sat a table in the History section, almost falling asleep over his book. He blinked blearily at the pages of old carvings and wall paintings. Who knew art history was such a sweet lullaby...
startles out of his daze at the soft voice by his ear. "Oh- ehm!" He blinks, getting his bearings and casting a glance at her. Oh, what a beauty. He blushed lightly and put on an easy smile. "Yes, signorina, _
it is one of my passions. I hope to be an artist some day." He explained happily, though there was still some sleep in his eyes.
looks rather amazed at her actions, though he certainly doesn't pull away. His smile turns crooked and he wipes at his eyes. "That's fitting," he says sweetly, "You look a masterpiece all on your own."
nods sagely. "A mirror works well as a frame, signorina, it should have been obvious to you." He smiles, and gestures to a chair at the table. "Do you want to sit, or are you busy?" He doesn't look too happy_
at the possibility that she might be in a hurry.
Feliciano
has
the courtesy not to answer that statement besides shrugging - though his smile might've grown a bit. "Great!" He shifts to sit more straight and puts his hands on his book. "Feliciano, but you can call _
me Feli." he answers, the Italian accent more pronounced on his name. "And yours? Unless you want me to keep calling you 'masterpiece'." He grins.