Post by Napoli on Oct 22, 2011 11:38:49 GMT -6
Early mornings in Naples were always the perfect temperature, not too hot, not too cold, with the sun shining to wake up the city . One person in particular was looking forward to today. Today, Righe was going to visit his cute German. He bounced out of bed and put on his usual Renaissance outfit, humming a bouncy tune to himself, making sure all of his weapons were in place.
He'd asked his maestro to let him have the day to himself, but he was rarely seen without his favorite stripes on, and the outfit was much more comfortable for running than the rest of his clothing. A few warm-up laps around the block were all Righe needed to get ready for his training run to the park where he planned to meet Friedrich, that cute German boy that he'd grown so fond of in such a short time.
After the final lap around the block, Righe climbed up onto the roof of his house and started running, jumping across roofs and balancing on narrow archways, finally reaching the park and jumping down, going into a roll once he reached the grass to cushion the fall, brushing himself off as he got up, smiling proudly behind his mask as he went to find a nice spot under a shady tree to set out the blanket that he'd tucked into a small bag on his back, as well as the bits of lunch he'd made, leaving the bag there and relaxing for a little while.
After a minute or so, though, the Italian decided that the tree was worth climbing, pulling himself up into the branches and climbing higher and higher, then making his way back down to lounge on a branch over his spot, humming to himself as he played with some leaves, keeping an eye out for his German.
He'd asked his maestro to let him have the day to himself, but he was rarely seen without his favorite stripes on, and the outfit was much more comfortable for running than the rest of his clothing. A few warm-up laps around the block were all Righe needed to get ready for his training run to the park where he planned to meet Friedrich, that cute German boy that he'd grown so fond of in such a short time.
After the final lap around the block, Righe climbed up onto the roof of his house and started running, jumping across roofs and balancing on narrow archways, finally reaching the park and jumping down, going into a roll once he reached the grass to cushion the fall, brushing himself off as he got up, smiling proudly behind his mask as he went to find a nice spot under a shady tree to set out the blanket that he'd tucked into a small bag on his back, as well as the bits of lunch he'd made, leaving the bag there and relaxing for a little while.
After a minute or so, though, the Italian decided that the tree was worth climbing, pulling himself up into the branches and climbing higher and higher, then making his way back down to lounge on a branch over his spot, humming to himself as he played with some leaves, keeping an eye out for his German.