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Micola Maximoff Micola had left for Italy on Saturday, which meant that she'd just gotten into things city wise. Rome had been the decision on places finally. Because she was indecisive. The talk with Pietro though had helped her decide on where to start her trip at least. Sunday during the evening (daytime for him with the timezone change!) she'd texted the white haired man:

<<I left a present for you at the shop, I hope you like it and that it is not too forward. Don't open it till you're home though.>> was the text.

How curious! Had Pietro investigated what this present was he'd be able to pick it up from Shane at the shop given he was in charge of things. It's a tube that is meant to hold artwork. Inside is an 11x18 pencil sketch of Pietro himself. He might recognize the scene in question. It was of him with Clotho on his arm and giving her a treat. It is a beautifully done sketch that is initialed at the bottom with 'ML'.
Pietro Maximoff The trip to the shop and back was quite quick - the man having time to settle down at home and open the tube. Carefully unrolling the drawing, Pietro chuckles as he recognizes the scene in question. A smile, the sketch is placed on his desk and carefully weighted down to flatten. "I'll have to get a frame."

Moments after she texts him, he responds. "This is superb work, Micola. Thank you. Is Clotho with you on your trip?" He texts back, even as he fetches himself a bottle of water.
Micola Maximoff Micola was a bit anxious over it. Giving guys artwork of themselves sometimes went amiss, but hey...at least he wasn't shirtless with his hair blowing in the breeze! She props herself up on a pillow when she gets the return text, <<It's not bad.>> she grins at the reply. <<But no, Clotho is at home at the rescue. Sadly couldn't bring her unless there was a lot of paperwork done.>> she responds.

There are a few minutes that go by, <<I know timezones are different at the moment, but I was going to see if you still wanted to have dinner. Or lunch, tomorrow. It's midnight here so I figure tomorrow works in case you have something pop up.>> she sends and then buries her head under the pillow again.
Pietro Maximoff A slight smile slides over Pietro's face. <<You are your own worst critic, I am sure.>> A few messages are typed in rapid succession. <<I suspect she is being pampered and preening like an queen.>> The speedster comments, regarding Clotho.

He looked around, thinking a moment - taking in calculations for distance and speed. <<Dinner would be fine, tonight. Did you have a place in mind? I can bring formal wear if needed?>> He responds after deciding. Dinner alone was boring, and Rome was always a good choice.
Micola Maximoff <<I am. Though I am glad that you realize that early on.>> Micola answers him via text. <<Spoiled queen that she is, yes.>> she shakes her head at that.

His question makes her wonder what she was going to do for dinner now. <<I was looking at a place. I can make a reservation...let's say seven Rome time? Not too formal. I don't think my dress will get by on very formal, but I can wing it. :)" she chuckles to herself. <<There is desert in it as well. They've got a lot of great stuff here and I'm dying to get into things.>> she admits.
Pietro Maximoff <<If you like, I can bring formal wear for you as well? Or I can just bring some casual clothing to dine in.>> Whatever casual may mean to a Genoshan Prince. <<The flights were not too bad, I hope?>> Even as he texted, he was racing about his home collecting up clothes to take with him.

<<Seven will work just fine. I might arrive early to do some shopping, though.>> He forewarns. <<Have you taken any tours yet, or seen the country?>>
Micola Maximoff Micola looks at her phone as it chimes and there is a soft smile, <<Maybe we can do formal some other time, sometimes casual is nice and lowkey.>> she replies. <<The flight was alright. I always get nervous though because you never know if something is going to go wrong.>> she tells him.

<<I will note you might arrive early as well...just so I'm not running around like a chicken with my head cut off.>> she chuckles. <<I had wanted to do a few tours and visit a local graveyard to do a bit of an offering. If you'd like to join me?>> she offers.
Pietro Maximoff A chuckle as his bag is packed, a casual set of clothes and shoes. The bag is zipped up and slung over his shoulder. <<That sounds like a plan. Perhaps a Genoshan ball.>> Pietro comments regarding the potential formal dinner. No pressure there, right?

And then he's out and running - getting to the ocean in no time. Then he's sprinting over the waves - leaping from swell to swell. Still texting, he responds - though the message might be slower, as satelites need to catch his signal. <<Of course, if you would like company. Do I need to bring anything in offering?>>
Micola Maximoff Micola reads that sentence again, <<I...am I ball material? Don't you need to be super classy for such things?>> she asks him. It did make her chuckle though. She decides that getting out from under the pillows might be a good idea.

<<I'd love company if you don't think it'll be too weird. It's the Spring Equinox and I find paying respects is nice.>> she replies.
Pietro Maximoff Though delayed, the messages are getting through it would seem. <<Again, your own worst critic. I think you would do well at a ball. No one will toss beer at you, either.>> He responds, taking a slight detour to avoid a sea-bound storm. No need to make things more difficult in the run.

<<I've packed enough to stay a day or two so.>> He responds, loving the spray of the sea on his face as he runs. There are only so many people who get to enjoy the world as he does. It's been some learning for him - to note these blessings and take them as they are.
Micola Maximoff Micola gives a chuckle, <<Yeah...I am. I need to work on it.>> she finally tells him. While there are delays she doesn't mind really. It was nice to be able to text him. <<If you get called back on business of some kind I'd understand it.>> she replies. <<I've got a suite, only one bed but it's got a nice view. I had coffee out there this morning.>> she explains. <<If you are staying a few days I could host...unless you'd like your own space.>> she offers.
Pietro Maximoff And onto dry land he starts. The dust cloud behind him is impressive - speed for speed's sake. Pietro takes the roads less traveled, to avoid causing a stir among the major cities or populations. <<I don't expect any business, but I appreciate the understanding.>> He responds, thumbs blurring over his touch screen as he texts.

<<I appreciate the offer, as well. We'll have to see where the night goes, correct?>> He mentions, regarding the offer of hosting.
Micola Maximoff Micola rummages through one of her bags and comes up with her sketch pad. Needing something to do while she was texting as well. <<I might have been a little forward there, but yes, we'll see where the night goes and things. I wouldn't want you to feel obligated or uncomfortable.>> she tells the Prince.

She was definitely going to have to stop being so stumbly at things. She waits a few minutes before adding, <<Should I let you go so you can do things?>>
Pietro Maximoff Pietro smiles a touch at her comments, chuckling. <<Forward or not, it has been said. We should see how the night goes, Micola. I assure you, I do not bend to do things that are uncomfortable. And obligations come from other sources, not friends.>> He explains.

The man slows, just outside of Rome. <<Where should I meet you then, for dinner?>>
Micola Maximoff <<I'd not expect you to bend so easily on anything, really." Micola replies to that. It's not meant as a bad thing. He just didn't seem the sort to bend. It does make her smile though, <<As for dinner, I was going to reserve a table at the Cantina E Cucina, it was on the list and is something that is casual or can do a little glowing up.>> she replies to his text.

<<If that is alright?>> comes a few moments later.
Pietro Maximoff A look to the time, then to the area. <<Quite. I am ... often described as rigid.>> He responds, a slight frown on his face. <<Something I am trying to change in my life.>> He slows down to a more tolerable speed in the city. <<That sounds perfect. I can shop a bit now, while the stores are open.>> A question pops in his head. <<Glowing up?>>
Micola Maximoff Micola reads his text and there is a bit of a frown of her own, <<I feel like my response to this via text might be mistaken...and I'd really not like to shove my foot in my mouth.>> she replies. <<Being disciplined or rigid is not all a bad thing, but relaxing is something that is good for people.>> she adds.

Please don't make this man travel to Italy just for him to get mad and go back to New York, Micola! <<Shopping sounds fun! Make sure you eat though.>> she points out. There's a moment she takes to softly pop herself on the forehead with her palm, she shouldn't use slang and things, <<Glow up is like dressing up and things. Just something that is said sometimes.>> she admits.
Pietro Maximoff A slight chuckle from the man. <<I do not doubt your intentions - so do not fear putting your foot in your mouth. I simply explain what has been in my overly-complicated life, so you can understand.>> Words are hard! <<Yes, relaxing is a good thing. I try to do that when I can. It is a matter of finding things that can relax me.>>

<<I am sure I will find a snack while shopping. Do you need anything while I am out and about?>> He wonders. <<Glow up. Interesting phrase. I look forward to seeing such things... glow up.>>
Micola Maximoff <<Thank you for that reassurance, I know I can be rambly sometimes.>> Micola replies to him. <<I think I'm going to do a little drawing and then see about calling my mom to tell her I've not been kidnapped by anyone yet.>> she sends.

<<There is not anything I can think of. I think all my birthday wishes have been fulfilled and that makes me extremely happy.>> she answers him. <<Maybe I'll clean up for birthday dinner. Until then, please be safe and don't get into too much trouble without me.>> she chuckles at that.