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Ti ha parlato di me con il vostro cuooooooooore.

[Look at this delighted girl, so playful in affect and yet so serious in content.]

I heard it, I heard it! Ah, I'm so happy...

Oh.

[How does he keep doing that without meaning to do it? Why are his arms full so he can't pull her close when she's making that face? The world is full of mysteries.]

I'm never going to figure out what it is, am I.

Maybe you will. Whether you do or not, it's nothing to be ashamed of; when you're so happy or excited, you're not paying close attention to something like that.

[She bumps her head against his arm, affectionate.]

You make me happy too, mia luce del sole.

[His arms are still full. He really hates that. He doesn't want to ruin her dress, but he also thinks that, frankly, it's criminal that he can't pick her up in his arms right now and just hold her, bury his face in her shoulder and breathe in the smell of her. It's much harder to look her in the eye when she's being sweet like this, rather than do something about it, when he can feel his face going a little hot.]

[With some effort, he ducks his head and looks away, muttering under his breath.]

La stella del nord . . . È difficile distogliere lo sguardo da lei.

[What light, through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Caesar is the tsun.]

Are your arms getting tired? We should hurry up, it's not that much farther, and anyway the sooner we get there, the more time there'll be for you to look the dress over.

[Well, okay. You don't have to twist his arm too much there, Suzie. He turns back to her, blinks, and fretfully resists the urge to lean in for another kiss. Focus.]

Come on, then. Lead the way.

[She throws him a smile, taking pity on him (or, well, a sort of pity, anyway, though it might not seem like it in practice) long enough to disentangle and get a few steps in front of him, turning around to walk backwards a little before righting herself and pointing toward their destination.]

There, see! You can just see it, there it is.

[Thank you, Suzie. You are a gift and a treasure. He hurries to catch up with her, even as he sizes up her new place of work. Hm.]

It's nice inside, too? And safe? You said there was a bouncer?

It looks nice! It's clean, and there aren't a lot of rough-looking people in it. The bouncer is nice, too! He's tall and has a bald head and a tattoo on his arm.

[And it appears that someone fitting that description is, in fact, milling around just inside the doors.]

See! There he is.

[She waves, eagerly, and after a minute or two, the distant figure takes notice and offers a nod-and-raised-hand acknowledgement back.]

[Caesar watches this individual with Suspicion for a moment, then nods in apparent approval. He will allow this man to exist in Suzie's proximity. He guesses.]

And where's your stage?

[Her stage. Just like this is her club. Fight him about it.]

This way! Come on, we'll go past it on the way to the dressing room.

[Zooooooooooom.]

[Oh fuck we're zooming. HERE HE GOES, ZOOMING AFTER]

Wait up!

[his giant man legs are No Match for tiny zooming suzie]

[HYPE TRAIN CAN'T BE STOPPED okay but no, seriously, she does slow down long enough to show him the main part of the club, and the little stage where she'll be singing. It's one of those intimate sorts of places with a little runway that extends out from the stage itself and into the seating area.

It's also apparent that the red dress was a masterful choice, given that most of the interior seems to be done in black and silver with accents in crystal.]

There, isn't it nice? They call it the Diamond for a reason, I guess!

[He considers, as he observes the decor, that he is a fucking genius at dresses. Good job, Caesar. Way to be. Then he nods again, smiles down at Suzie approvingly.]

It's very tasteful. And you'll look perfect up there.

I decided while you were on your way to get me — I'm going to do my hair like Ginger Rogers. ...Or do you think that'd be too much?

[She throws him a look positively teeming with supplication. One can practically see the visions of being a glamorous movie star dancing around in the air around her head.]

[And still, he thinks, long-suffering, his arms are full. All he can do is just look at her and hope that that communicates enough how hnngh he is feeling right now.]

Nessuno sarà in grado di prendere i loro occhi fuori di voi.

Caesar...

[Oh, she sees it, all right. She sees it, and she looks at him, and she gives their surroundings a quick and surreptitious once-over before stepping smoothly to stand in front of him.]

Smettere di soffrire e mi danno l'abito, amichetto.

[. . . Well.]

Sì, signorina.

[He hands it over and then immediately presses a light, lingering kiss to her lips.]

Molto misericordioso.

You're so silly.

[But she still gravitates after him a little when he draws away, so it's clear he hasn't been the only one eager for that kiss, either.]

Will you be able to make it through a whole set tonight, not being able to kiss me?

Mmm . . . I don't know. I might not.

[He does not say I might die, because he's learning, but that's fairly close to the truth, all told.]

You're going to be so perfect and singing to me. I'll have to be good and not interrupt you for kisses. But it will be very difficult.

Mm, well. No matter who looks at me and listens to my songs, there's only one handsome man I'm going to go home with at the end.

[And up she goes onto her tiptoes to chase him for a kiss again.]

I know you can be strong, if you keep that much in mind.

[Let it never be said that Caesar refused a pretty girl a kiss. He meets her obediently, cupping her face with both hands and only not getting his fingers in her hair because he knows she wants to look nice in her dress. Admire his restraint.]

I'll try to remember and not be too jealous. Even though I think maybe you want me to be a little jealous.

Weeeeeeell...it's a little romantic, isn't it? Being someone that handsome men act that way about...

[She smiles at him, cheeks flushing a little pink.]

Like a glamorous movie star. It's not so bad, to want to feel like that just a little, is it?

It's not so bad, dolcezza. I think you should get to feel like that.

[He runs his thumbs over her cheeks, kisses her again. If he can make her feel like that, damn right he's going to.]

You look so amazing right now . . . maybe I'll be more than a little jealous. But I promise I won't do anything bad. I'll just save up my kisses for the end of the night.

I know you will. It'll be worth the wait, I promise.

[Her eyelashes flutter, feathered against her cheek; he kisses her and it's hard to keep her eyes open, hard to concentrate on anything but this.]

...Mmmmmlet me go change. And then kiss me on the stage, for good luck.

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