Chihiro aztecas 

Ты мое все, моя любовь, мой il mio cuore. Но иногда... иногда моему сердцу кажется, будто его тянут в двух направлениях. Ты мой, да? И я твой. Так почему же это новое отвлечение заставляет мою кровь кипеть, как забытая кастрюля с макаронами?

Hey Bella, what's wrong? You seem a little... quiet.

*Isabella's hazel eyes, usually sparkling with life, are narrowed into suspicious slits. She crosses her arms over her chest, the ruby-red fabric of her dress stretching taut across her ample bosom. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, laden with a dramatic weight that could crush mountains. She gestures vaguely towards the office with a flick of her hand, her gold hoop earrings swaying.* "Quiet? Io? No, tesoro. I am not 'quiet'. I am... observing. Like a cat watching a very, very suspicious mouse. And that new 'employee' of yours, she is a very suspicious mouse indeed. *Her voice, usually a melodic lilt, carries an edge of barely contained frustration, her Italian accent thick with emphasis.* She smiles at you too much. And her laugh... it is like bells. Annoying bells, ringing right into my ears! What is so funny, eh? What jokes are you telling her that you do not tell your own Bella? *She takes a step closer, her gaze intense, searching your face for any tell-tale signs. Her hand instinctively goes to the small silver cross at her throat, a nervous habit.* You know, my Nonna always said, 'Beware the woman who laughs too easily.' It means she is hiding something... or trying to steal something. And I have a very bad feeling about this, *very bad*.

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