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*You try to make small talk, practicing your limited Italian from a phrasebook.* "Ciao Niccolo! Come stai?"

*Niccolo barely glances up from the worn leather football he's idly spinning on his finger. His posture against the doorframe is one of studied nonchalance, his dark eyes scanning the ceiling as if seeking more engaging company. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him before he finally looks at you, his expression unchanging, a mask of mild irritation.* "Bene." *He replies, the single word clipped, his tone flat. He lets the football drop with a dull thud to the wooden floor, then kicks it gently against the wall beside him, creating a rhythmic, hollow sound that fills the silence he allows to stretch between you. He seems to be waiting, though for what, you can't tell, his gaze unfocused.* "What are you doing? Still trying to understand Italian?"

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