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Re: La Signorina Piccolo [2/??]

[(Anonymous)]

(A/N: And why is Vieri so pretty? Because it's goddamn funny, that's why. If we had an ugly Vieri storming through the streets, that would not be a nice sight. The men want their eye-candy damnit.)
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He very quickly finishes his food, and leaves hurriedly despite the owner's attempts to call him back. If he could find a safe place to hide for the day, then, perhaps, no one would notice, and then everyone would forget. Walking quickly through the streets, Vieri dwells only on this humiliation of his manhood, in being drugged by his /cagna/ of a sister and then made to look like a woman.

Unfortunately, Vieri is so wrapped up in this, that he does not see the...effect he is having on the other men. Suddenly, everyone is staring. The women, angry at having their gli amanti stolen from them so quickly by a stranger, glare at him in impotent hatred. The men gaze after him with stars in their eyes, obviously lusting over this mysteriously dark bella who has appeared in Firenze overnight.

And then, those that are not being restrained by their jealous wives or girlfriends begin to make their move.

Vieri snorts in response to a thought to himself, and manages to trip through a combination of the bumpy cobblestone and his new shoes. Almost immediately, a flock of strangers gather upon him, to 'help him up'. Vieri is able to stand himself, but surprised by the crowd and then enraged, Vieri must beat several of them over the head before they will cease surroundi-

Wait, was that-

Vieri whips around and punches the man who groped his ass in his fat, hairy stomach. The calvizie cazzo collapses with a wheezing groan, and all of his newfound "admirers" back off for a moment.

He glares at them with all the fury of the Pazzi family, and they seem to shrink down a little more.

"CAN YOU NOT TELL THE DIFFERENCE, YOU IDIOTI?!" Vieri roars before pushing through the crowd and escaping into the street. The men look at each other in consternation. Tell the difference of what?

Gasping, because running in heels is hard, Vieri finds a fountain, with which to assess the damage of exactly what his sister and her puttana friends have inflicted. When he looks into the water, though, even he must gasp at the doe-eyed, dark-haired beauty gazing through the ripples back at him. They had plucked his fucking eyebrows, painted his lips and done quite a bit more, besides. The wonders of truccio and polveri and the other ungodly things that women used every morning to make themselves look beautiful...also worked to make him that way as well.

At least he has the indecency to look better than his sorello, who is an actual woman.

Vieri stares at his image reflected in the water for a few moments more, entranced. And then he slaps at it, dissolving the image and showering the rim with a spray of water, horrified at his own apparent loveliness. Why does he look so...good as a woman? This must be a joke, or the water does not show him properly, or /something/. Vieri will not, can-not accept himself this way.

He spots an artist, inching ever closer to him from the fountain, and freezes.
Dulce cristo, per favore-...

"Um...signorina..."

O Dio.

"Per favore, would you like to...model for me? You are a very pretty woman, and, uh-"

Vieri gives another great scream of frustration, and flees into some back alley, leaving the artist blinking confusedly in the dust.

Oh well. Leonardo thinks, as he moves on. Perhaps another person, a male this time.
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