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Surprisingly, Rialto's dazzling creativity was not limited to the range of phone accessories (more shining examples: phone prosthetic legs, headphones - for the phone) he dedicated himself to crafting - it wouldn't be odd for him, like any artisan, to have invested his everything in these phone accessories, but there was a time phones hadn't been anything near commonplace. That is, before Rialto had started making umbrellas for phones, he'd made umbrellas for actual people. Equally fantastical in design and just about as (not) utilisable, because for the sake of art there were little holes everywhere and a long tail of streamers, on top of a hooded part at the front like the figurehead of a fanged, wrinkled monster. Just like Alex, but better.
And Catheryn, face-wise. Not exactly better, because they were the same, but did she have an umbrella? No.
Enough coverage to get him through walking under the sun? More than Ezra. (Poor guy. Needs more phone accessories to brighten up his day. Rialto'll throw them in for free.) Functional? Absolutely not, however it was his creative outlet; if he'd had a mother telling him what to do he may very well have listened, but he didn't, and so there Rialto was throwing open the cafe door right on time, lowering his umbrella only once he was inside. "Not on my watch," he declared at Alex's suggestion, widened eyes absolutely appalled. "Marko's a baby. I, however, work on commission. Hello."
Nothing wrong with swiftly robbing Cat's momentary freedom, as well as Marko's, and also Alex's, for three entirely different reasons. Peace, life, originality. Three birds with one stone. He dropped by Marko's other side, friendlily, and leaned in until Alex's hand bumped his shoulder and Rialto was securely lodging Marko in place, propping his own chin up with a hand and a lazy grin. Newcomers, always welcome. His umbrella, Rialto had gently deposited in Ezra's hand somewhere on the way. "What's this about the library?"
And Catheryn, face-wise. Not exactly better, because they were the same, but did she have an umbrella? No.
Enough coverage to get him through walking under the sun? More than Ezra. (Poor guy. Needs more phone accessories to brighten up his day. Rialto'll throw them in for free.) Functional? Absolutely not, however it was his creative outlet; if he'd had a mother telling him what to do he may very well have listened, but he didn't, and so there Rialto was throwing open the cafe door right on time, lowering his umbrella only once he was inside. "Not on my watch," he declared at Alex's suggestion, widened eyes absolutely appalled. "Marko's a baby. I, however, work on commission. Hello."
Nothing wrong with swiftly robbing Cat's momentary freedom, as well as Marko's, and also Alex's, for three entirely different reasons. Peace, life, originality. Three birds with one stone. He dropped by Marko's other side, friendlily, and leaned in until Alex's hand bumped his shoulder and Rialto was securely lodging Marko in place, propping his own chin up with a hand and a lazy grin. Newcomers, always welcome. His umbrella, Rialto had gently deposited in Ezra's hand somewhere on the way. "What's this about the library?"
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