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[betrayedblade]

[He's sitting--lounging--in a chair with the communicator pointed at him from a table or counter in front of him. He looks very contemplative. Like he's considering whether to make this post or not.

He leans forward abruptly, his arm outstretched towards the device, the hand out of sight as it hovers over the off switch, his eyes intensely staring at the camera.]

He's back. Steer clear.

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[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[If Giovanni is 'home', Federico will be wandering into the room, curious. If he's else where in some one else's chair, he can ask over the communicator.]

Steer clear of who, papa?

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[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Seifer.

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[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

Ah, I've heard the name over the device many times. I thought his coming back would be a joyous thing, for those who spoke so much of him before?

[He'll be moving to take a seat on the arm of a chair, instead of sitting in it proper.]

Did something happen?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

He was never a man worth wasting joy over. [His voice is snide when he says this.] But his return is not so happy besides that.

[Fortunately for Federico, Giovanni can't exactly chide considering is own current position--back in the lounging, shoulders slumped, feet propped up, position he was in originally.]

His trip home was not a good one.

[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[Federico will take your word for that, Giovanni, as he's never spoke with Seifer before.]

Well, I'd be a bit cross as well if I'd been allowed back home, only to be dragged here once more. [This is Federico not quite getting what you meant, papa.]

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[He eyes Federico silently for a moment, his look a studied neutral as if considering. Then he hmphs and closes his eyes and his head back. Says nothing.]