THROUGH A FRACTURED EXISTENCE, TO THE RHYTHM OF ETERNITY.
IL MATTINO
Il Mattino is an Italian cafe sidled between a bookstore and a jewelry boutique in small but popular business district, just a downhill walk from the local non-denominational Christian church and residential area. The ocean is less than a ten minute drive away and within view in the distance. The area is cool even when the sun is at its apex at noon with a tinge of sea salt in the breeze.
The cafe itself is medium-sized with plenty of light let in with the large storefront windows. The decor is simple, but accented with key decor with wheat centerpieces and plants. There are some trinkets that are displayed that may look out of place, like atop the charging counter there's a sliding puzzle painted in pink, orange, yellow, blue, purple, and all shades in between.
The cafe specializes in coffee and brunch, though pastries are sourced from local Italian bakeries in downtown Little Italy.
While the establishment has two floors, the cafe takes up the ground floor. There is a yard for some reason, but that's because there are four dogs. They're kept separate from the cafe to make sure patrons are not disturbed, but people are free to go outside to pet them. Reviews have mentioned the owner lives on the second floor and the dogs' names are Harold, Olive, Vera, and Rocco.

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I don't know?
[ Comes back out. ]
What are they doing.
[ No... Adolphe... Don't leave.... Whine whine whimper... ]
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[ Sttooppppppp
sorry he's too attached to these dogs now to actually care and give a fuck but he might a bit. overbearing. ]
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[ Jacopo is just like they're dogs being little babies why are you the one looking like you're going to cry with them?
But he goes over to them and crouches down to one knee to inspect. They call quiet down and he shakes their heads a bit by the underside of their muzzle as a soothing gesture.
They quiet down, but if Adolphe tries to Leave. It Will Happen Again, ]
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Adolphe tries to leave again and... They're crying again aaaaa he'll just try to open the door to leave while trying to go around the dogs ]
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Jacopo is just perplexed by this. ]
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Help. ]
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He just looks back at Adolphe like... uhhhhhhh.... ]
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[ Do something?! ]
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[ They're usually good boys and girls who cause very little trouble.
He has nothing. ]
I can have them sleep in the yard tonight?
[ Since there's a nice doggy shed/house for them. They now look so heartbroken like they understand the conversation. ]
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[ .........
He just lies down on the couch like a stubborn old mule. ]
... I think they want both of us to sleep in the room. I guess they don't want to be separated...
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Jacopo is incredulous, stroking his chin while looking at these ridiculous fur children. ]
Sorry. [ They are his dogs in the end. ] This has never happened before.
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I think you should enter your dogs in a dog intelligence contest.
[ Yeah. ]
Alright, alright. I'm getting up...
[ He sits up but still on the couch. ]
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They have their dumb moments. A lot of them. [ But he does think his dogs are quite clever. ] I can just put them in the yard, Adolphe.
[ A cacophony of whining from the dogs. Why is Jacopo so heartless? The little doggies say. ]
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Do they howl?
[ The cacophony of whining might as well be that. ]
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[ It's contagious? ]
Are you considering sharing the bed?
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[ It just helped that Adolphe didn't want to either, but it's not Jacopo's fault. It's just Adolphe. ]
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[ It's both of their faults. Let's be real. ]
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Adolphe looks at Jacopo, waiting for him to say more because it sounded like he trailed off. ]
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—oh, he's being put on the spot. Uh. ]
It wouldn't be the worst thing...
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... I guess we can try it once...?
[ He's a little surprised by what he says himself, but. ]
If you're uncomfortable by it, just let me know. I can sleep on the edge.
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[ NO EDGE SLEEPING FOR YOU. He isn't going to be so fussy about sleeping in a bed with another man since it isn't. Weird. It'd be worse with a woman because more people would grief him about it.
... Still, he hasn't shared a bed with someone in a while. ]
I'm not uncomfortable with it. [ Just like. Nervous, which he won't be saying. ] I sometimes toss and turn. Hopefully, you're not so light a sleeper.
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Adolphe is surprised, but. Okay. ]
Alright. I should be fine...
[ He hopes! He's still somewhat of a light sleeper, but he only sleeps like a log when he's extremely tired.
Adolphe looks at the dogs. Are you happy now, you little munchkins. Adolphe even gets up from the couch to walk on over to the room. ]
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Jacopo looks at them with a squint, but they innocently look back at him... He stays in the living room a bit, confused over it all, until Rocco guides him back to the bedroom.
Well, onto the bed. Jacopo just takes one side normally and half of the pillows.
Frowns.... Deeply...... ]
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Good night.
[ He's half-expecting Harold to lie down near his head or something. ]
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[ He frowns a little less when he says that, then turns off the lights.
And yes Harold will try to squeeze between them except there's a good amount of space, so he'll press against one of them while Vera sleeps at the door of the bed. The other two dogs placed their dog beds at the foot's base, time for sleepy.
Hopefully, Adolphe won't be waking up in the middle of the night because Jacopo will be. ]
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